Yeaa dark tidings upon the lost
Paranoia's become our trust
Nothing can pay for the change
Everyone fears, none arranges
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand!
Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead
Why must our children die?
If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives
Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will die
VERSE
In all of my life, we've walked towards black
While rich men talk, no one goes back
Keep the pretender and play out the game
I invented this cure, so put on my name
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand!
Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead!
CHORUS
Why must our children die?
If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives
Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will die
VERSE
You want to die? Just take this pill.
While misanthropy grows, the medias will
Now isn't it romantic! Walking hand in hand- through glittering sand!
Sewage of brains, archived and hid. By then you realize we're better off
dead!
Why must our children die?
If we wanted a cure, we'd fight our lives
Flowers will rise, killing growth flowers will die
X 2
Song writers: Mads Buur Holbeck
credits
from A Series Of Unfortunate Events,
released August 16, 2020
Vocals: Mads Buur
Rythm Guitar: Omar Alabed
Lead Guitar: Louis Velasquez
Bass: Omar Alabed
Drums: Tobias Nørholm
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