Idea For A Story Songtext / Lyric

Lucean,

Im so tired of flesh and blood

My lord has grown so vile

Shamefullness descends upon the shoulders

Kicking the corpse untill the fun wares off



Bleeding? and S41

Talking needs to the sun comes up

Rich boys they just need a hand or hand down

From papa



Wouldnt it be too divine

With a start, middle and an end

Wouldnt it be too divine

If we could see a way out






Wouldnt it be too divine

With a start, middle and an end

Wouldnt it be too divine

If we could see a way out



Theres a blizzard in the after hours bars

Raining my way down the strand

Who are these fags in the red bow ties

ruining it for the rest of us



Self content for the young, the younger beset

that hirstoy will always eat itself

Rich boys they just need a hand

or a good old fashioned war



Wouldnt it be too divine

With a start, middle and an end

Wouldnt it be too divine

If we could see a way out



Wouldnt it be too divine

With a start, middle and an end

Wouldnt it be too divine

If we could see a way out