Letras
Slow down!
We need to find a place to rest.
Our tired bodies have
betrayed us with every step.
Was this the brilliant plan you had?
To set this room ablaze
and seal off the exit?
This is all we have here.
Should I pretend to be content?
This is all we have here.
A castle made of skin.
It must be so convenient
to know everything you know
about everyone you know but I
can't seem to care
about a single word.
You have nothing kind to say
about anyone you know.
This is all we have here.
Should I pretend to be content?
This is all we have here.
A castle made of skin.
All the martyrs gather round for (Wake up darling there's nothing here)
blessed are the ones that die first (We say these words, but they're paper-thin).
All the martyrs gather for your queen (Are you listening?).
(You're never listening)
All the martyrs
gather round for
blessed are the ones
the ones that die first.