Only The Young Die Good Lyrics - Dark Arc - Saintseneca

Waste of a face never yours for the keeping 

Slapped across your head 

Then with what little time remained 

Set out to forget it 

Yonder would break days plump with thunder 

Of new and glorious morn 

Hours would spill, souring still 

Despite our adornments for them 

But all in good time 

You break before the light 

So soaked in wine 

It dries your will to fight 

But everyday is never enough 

Socks tucked in the folds of your guts 

Contents of which blaze in your eyes 

Jesus, I'm drunk on this spirit tonight 

If only the good ones die young 

I'd pray your corruption comes 

Swift like a thief in the night 

Right I'd pluck my right eye right out 

If only the good ones die young 

I'd pray your corruption comes 

Swift like a thief in the night 

Right I'd pluck my right eye right out 

Yanked from your slumber what ominous portent 

Dangles in your face 

Rife with sprites falling on knives 

Crowd into your gaze 

Well sight is a sense and in your defense 

What I might liken to 

The manner in which you touch what you clutch 

Or the way that the wind touches you 

If only the good ones die young 

I'd pray your corruption comes 

Swift like a thief in the night 

Right I'd pluck my right eye right out 

If only the young ones die good 

I'd pray your corruption would 

Slip like a slit in the wrist 

Hack the hands, redeem the rest