I've lost the plot again
Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
There's a few quid to be madeAnd my soul's a sorry state
So come on down, you're empty lovers
Worms come out of the woodwork
And the snakes start to singDo you feel the chill
Clawing at the back of your neck?
I start to spill
Did you really think that you could fix me?
They'll sell your bones for another role
Well sharpen your teeth
Tell yourself that it's just businessWorms come out of the woodwork
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
I fall apart
And the snakes start to singDon't say I'm better off dead
'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me
Won't you make some room in your bed?
Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart
And throw away the key
Won't you take me out of my head?I'm just a would've been, could've been
Should've been, never was and never ever will be
Well, sharpen your teeth
Tell yourself that it's just business
Would've been, could've been
Should've been, never was, and never ever will be
Worms come out of the woodwork
And the snakes start to singWorms come out of the woodwork
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Rats come out of the holes they call home
I fall apart
And the snakes start to singIf you can't soar with the eagles
Then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting high?
Did you catch your own reflection
In the knife my mother held?
Or the hell in my father's eyes?If you can't soar with the eagles
Then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting by?
Was I your knight in shining armour?
The apple of your eye?
Or just a step to climb?If you can't soar with the eagles
Then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting high?
Did you catch your own reflection
In the knife my mother held?
Or the hell in my father's eyes?If you can't soar with the eagles
Then don't fly with the flock
Are you still getting by?
Was I your knight in shining armour?
Or the apple of your eye?
Or just a step, a fucking step to climb?
Composição: Oliver Scott Sykes.
