Ashes on blue,
There is no stopping you.
The young ones, so wealthy.
The young guns, unhealthy.
Grabbed in water at Santa Monica beach,
bagged for fodder and she’s begging for a reprieve.
She’s living for the thought
That any of those she once fought
They might return.
CHORUS
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Hate begetting love begetting hate begetting love. begetting hate.
Where is she now? Somewhere between loves getting fucked, getting fucked and taking bait.
Where is she now?
(Where is the crowd?)
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They might return. You know, just to burn. Burning holes in pockets.
Ashes on you,
There is no loving you.
The nice times are so awkward.
The mean times become boggarts.
Grabbed in favor at The Saviour’s breach,
Nagged for mother, and she’s blaming me for deceit.
She’s living for my cross,
At least she’s looking at me cross.
Hoping.
(CHORUS)
“You can stay, baby just pay. Anyway you can. Steal a soul from that memory man.
Dinner and a movie, here’s some cash for the hotel. Anyway you can.”
Burning holes in pockets.
Harrowing of hell in...
credits
from The Derelict,
released August 25, 2010
Guitar, vocals, drums - Zach Evington
Bass - Jason Eckard
Piano - Austin Glover
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