Lyrics
I ve got nothing left, stops when they say you re getting old, i tell myself to swallow it all and let it bleed
The idea of being bold, the free world is a euphemism
I ve found comfort in the dirt and debris, you can t forget what made you gold
i m on my last breath
you can t forget what made you gold
The idea of being bold, so sit tight stick around Silver, open your eyes
Drags you with them, you can t forget what made you gold Houses, i ve got nothing left
oh i m spitting red
I need this now more than words can say, i ve got nothing left, i ve got nothing left
i d rather die on my feet than live on my knees
i tell myself to swallow it all and let it bleed
Witness every victim, this is the line spilling off the page
This is the line spilling off the page, i tell myself to swallow it all and let it bleed
drags you with them
oh i m spitting red
i never knew it would be like this
And if you want that silver lining, drags you with them, you can t forget what made you gold
i m on my last breath
I d rather die on my feet than live on my knees, this is the line spilling off the page
i ve found comfort in the dirt and debris
I m on my last breath, stops when they say you re getting old
I d rather die on my feet than live on my knees, so sit tight stick around, this is the line spilling off the page
I m spitting red again, oh i m spitting red
oh i m spitting red
i ve found comfort in the dirt and debris
You can t forget what made you gold, i d rather die on my feet than live on my knees, open your eyes
And if you want that silver lining, i ve got nothing left
you can t forget what made you gold
and if you want that silver lining