Marigold Lyrics - Periphery Iii: Select Difficulty [explicit] - Periphery

Latch to this life like a death grip, 

We're satisfied 

With the mundane I'm keeping out of sight, 

But still we are young 

We are young 

I'll steer the angels down 

Keep him in the back room, shut the door 

Let go 

And now he's there at the grave, cold, dead paralyzed 

Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine 

We are young 

We are young 

Sift through the marigolds to please our damaged souls 

This place is haunting me 

Jump through the rope let's make it credible 

When blood is all we see, 

Life is impossible 

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling 

We're on the clock and the needle's turning 

The misery's killing me slowly 

Give me a spine to work it out 

I'm just another one wandering endlessly on to the grave 

The signs of the times are upon us 

So we're pitting for tomorrow 

Sucking on the mother's dead tit 

Of sorrow 

Sorrow 

It's all right 

We learn it all before we go 

Snapped by the neck as we swallow 

Chin up 

I'm tying the rope 

Leaving all hollow 

This place is haunting me 

Jump through the rope let's make it credible 

When blood is all we see, 

Life is impossible 

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling 

We're on the clock and the needle's turning fast 

The misery's killing me slowly 

Give me a spine to work it out 

No funeral No pyre that's burning 

This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past 

The misery's killing me slowly 

Give me a spine to work it out 

I guess I will just leave things the way they are 

This place is haunting me 

Jump through the rope let's make it credible 

When blood is all we see 

Life is impossible 

(Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling 

We're on the clock and the needle's turning 

The misery's killing me slowly 

Give me a spine to work it out) 

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling 

We're on the clock and the needle's turning fast 

The misery's killing me slowly 

Give me a spine to work it out 

No funeral No pyre that's burning 

This body's dust in the wind that's hurling past 

The misery's killing me slowly 

Give me a spine to work it out