Lyrics
and i can t forget the taste
Can t forget the taste of my own tongue, and the salt-stained fingertips, debts and no righteous man can pay
I ve been out, this apple makes me sick
And my head begins to shake, and i want back in so why not completely fade away
But it s all together far too long, can t forget the taste of my own tongue
and i can t forget the taste
Since i took you down, cries the pig upon his stick
Cries the pig upon his stick, it s my own blood Eula, but it s all together far too long
And i want back in so why not completely fade away, i ve been out
and the salt-stained fingertips
this apple makes me sick
it s my own blood
Can t forget the taste of my own tongue, when my house becomes a cage Eula, and i want back in so why not completely fade away
Cries the pig upon his stick, can t forget the taste of my own tongue
I ve been out, i ve been out
I d waste it on you, it s my own blood
This apple makes me sick, and i can t forget the taste
And i want back in so why not completely fade away, and i want back in so why not completely fade away, and i want back in so why not completely fade away
and the salt-stained fingertips
And my head begins to shake, and i can t forget the taste Eula, and i want back in so why not completely fade away
When my bones begin to break, it s our own blood
When my bones begin to break, and i want back in so why not completely fade away, it s my own blood
It s our own blood, it s my own blood
And if i had a heart, it s my own blood
it s our own blood
But it s all together far too long, since i took you down
when my bones begin to break
when our lambs and lions make
And the salt-stained fingertips, when my bones begin to break
It s my own blood, cries the pig upon his stick Baroness, this won t last long
This won t last long, it s our own blood
And i want back in so why not completely fade away, when our lambs and lions make, when our lambs and lions make
can t forget the taste of my own tongue
And the neighbours turn away, and i can t forget the taste
it s our own blood
It s my own blood, and the salt-stained fingertips
When my bones begin to break, laughs the blade above the throne Eula, when my house becomes a cage