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The Prize Fighter Inferno

Erizo Schultz

 

Erizo Schultz

(album: Half Measures - 2012)


Sun shines down, it cools off the concrete
Of a monument saying your name
Angels and marble where you rest
I guess it couldn't be worse, but it's the best still

I hope you were extraordinary not like me

It's just beginning, oh, no goodbyes!
Sleep through the ending, but this is how we die!
Now I won't know what you learned from this place

You oughta know, they cried at your funeral
Every breeze is yours, so she breathed it in
Scream loud, there's not a drought in their love
The smoke, it's from the slaughterhouse
Abandoned there again

You sleep in silence, tucked into satin sheets
The color of the moon
She stands above you, remembering:
Your hands, they looked like cradles

It's just beginning, oh, no goodbyes!
Sleep through the ending, but this is how we die!
She'll never know, you remember her face

You oughta know, they cried at your funeral
Every breeze is yours, so she breathed it in
Scream loud, there's not a drought in their love
The smoke, it's from the slaughterhouse
Abandoned there again

Da da da, da-da da da
Da da da, da-da da da
Da da da, da-da da da
Da, da da da
[x2]

You oughta know, they cried at your funeral
Every breeze is yours, every breeze is yours
Scream loud, there's not a drought in their love
The smoke, it's from the slaughterhouse
Abandoned there again

You oughta know, she cried at the funeral
Every breeze is yours, so she breathed it all in
Scream loud, there's not a drought in their love
The smoke, it's from the slaughterhouse
Abandoned me again

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