The Mind Of A Grimes Lyrics - Singles - Maylene & The Sons Of Disaster

Loaded down ready to end it all. 

Coming this far can't be a nothing. 

Flirting with death everyday, but we don't make mistakes. 

Martyrs this blood makes. 

Digging the graves for the valleydale saints. 

Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine. 

Such a sweet goodbye. 

Years brought me to this moment and these plans are what young dreams are made of. 

You're laying silent but I thought you ruled this town. 

Never second guess revenge. 

Not much for fast lines, to me it's just a ride. 

Knowing your burning tonight. 

Sympathy's for the weak. 

Born to make false models become one with their disease. 

A psychotic dream you hear him calling. 

The Lord helps those who seek relief.