[Verse 1: Jonathon Maisto, Cheska Colombo, both]
Sweetness too cold to stay for long
It lingers not much more than mist
Holy water's got you choking
Not enough to get you in the booth
More than enough to make us sick
So sick, so sick
So sick, so sick!
[Chorus: Cheska Colombo, both]
A score of poets side to side
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some
Shots! From a—glass!—or the barrel of a gun!
Pack our bags!—and be—head!—lights on cars!
Please forget it all, please forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the stars
[Verse 2: Jonathon Maisto, Cheska Colombo, both]
The pious kneel with souls concealed
They scream, it echoes in thеir ears
All throughout their many wasted yеars
Keep your title, speak your language
World's all one so they will never know
Won't know, won't know
Won't know, won't know!
Sweetness too cold to stay for long
It lingers not much more than mist
Holy water's got you choking
Not enough to get you in the booth
More than enough to make us sick
So sick, so sick
So sick, so sick!
[Chorus: Cheska Colombo, both]
A score of poets side to side
A union of cold hands collide
Salvation is is a notion in the back of their brains
All signs to home come simply with some
Shots! From a—glass!—or the barrel of a gun!
Pack our bags!—and be—head!—lights on cars!
Please forget it all, please forgive 'em all
They'll only be a memory of the stars
[Verse 2: Jonathon Maisto, Cheska Colombo, both]
The pious kneel with souls concealed
They scream, it echoes in thеir ears
All throughout their many wasted yеars
Keep your title, speak your language
World's all one so they will never know
Won't know, won't know
Won't know, won't know!
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