Bury Our Friends

Album: No Cities To Love (2014)
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  • Today I am stitched, I am sewn
    Patch me up, I've got want in my bones
    Like some doll you thought you could throw away
    I found my legs

    Ready to climb out from under concrete
    Only I get to be sickened by me
    My body a smudge
    Can't make out the details
    Want to start over and come into being

    Exhume our idols and bury our friends
    We're wild and weary but we won't give in
    We're sick with worry
    These nerve less days
    We live on dread in our own guilded age

    This dark world is precious to me
    My scars make me breathe in so deep
    My body has no need for sleep
    This time around

    Ready to find fragments of stillness
    Only I get to be punished by me
    Your voice is a crumb, it leads me from the wildness
    Wanna start over, forget everything

    Exhume our idols and bury our friends
    We're wild and weary but we won't give in
    We're sick with worry
    These nerve less days
    We live on dread in our own guilded age

    Make me a headline
    I wanna be that bold
    Make me a spotlight
    So I can see the gold

    Make me a headline
    I wanna feel that bold
    Make me a spotlight
    So I can see the gold

    Exhume our idols and bury our friends
    We're wild and weary but we won't give in
    We're sick with worry
    These nerve less days
    We live on dread in our own guilded age

    We speak in circles
    We dance in code
    Untame and hungry
    On fire in the cold
    Exhume our idols and bury our friends
    We're wild and weary but we won't give in Writer/s: CARRIE RACHEL BROWNSTEIN, CORIN LISA TUCKER, JANET LEE WEISS
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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