Young Guns

Lullaby

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Like a marionette hanging from its strings
You live you love you dance but it's not real
So take a bow, emaciated little thing
'Cause you finally have the audience you need

Thinking back to your mother's lullabies
How you dreamed of drifting free across the sky
Now you drag your approximated cut-out wings
Show the fractures in your perfect porcelain

Don't waste your life away
A black heart's a noose

So cut your strings and come down
I feel a different way
You see bruise I see bloom
In everything you hear sound

Like a Roman candle flickering
Oh how easily our dreams are extinguished
And I know that you can't forget if you can't forgive
All the pain I see you burden yourself with

Don't waste your life away
A black heart's a noose

So cut your strings and come down
I feel a different way
You see bruise I see bloom
In everything you hear sound

We waste our lives away
With these laments to youth
We're all lost anyway
So cut your strings and come down

We waste our lives away
Looking for things to lose
We're all lost anyway
In everything you hear sound
'Cause the black heart in you
We're all lost anyway
Is the only thing that I've found
That matters at all