Frames

We are young
We are defenceless
So share what is the truth
Cause if I may be losing you
I am better than truce
We are through
We might've been contained, yeah
But could you wear the crown
If I would miss my soul somehow?
I am just not a fool

(Eh)
Watch yourselves; glimmering, shining
Everybody's gonna put their hands on me (eh)
Lingering, tremble, my darling
Golden blood won't burst into nickels for free (eh)
Chromosomes; destroyed and crying
They don't patch the ground on which we walk downhill (eh)
Empty frames we ought to hang here
Invisible emotion on my fabric's so weak

Please, tell me what's the truth
If you climb onto the dawn
I'll still be waiting there for soon

Because
My friends are on the walls
They're lining up the doors
Look how they're growing strong
I'm warning calls
My pain's incinerating
Down the hallway cause
It's such a long way home
Now off you go
The laces of my shirt
Are struck with sweat and blood
Eyes pouring dirt and mud
Once heard a noise
The clocks are leaving blisters
On my sweet, cold bows
Snow White is dead
So sing us a song

Of winter's bone
I don't wanna wake up from nightmares that you're hunting
For so fucking long
The throne is fully frozen, tempt occurs to be highly flaunting
Oh, the wind is gone
Plague of famine cuts my Achilles blunt as mountains
No, now comes the storm
Let's put back our pieces of chaos from the reaping's grant

(Kiss, kiss, kiss, k-kiss)
(Go, go, go, g-go)
(Say, say, say, s-say)
(Flow, flow, flow, f-flow)

(Go, leave me alone)
Faces still looking at me up from paintings and bargain
Darkness has fallen, I can't see what's right in the pastries
Disconnect phones, you discharge my words
And I stroll through the pavement with sounds and all of my kids
Keep pondering what's inside my sweet, old basket of plenty

Please, tell me what's the truth
If you climb onto the dawn
I'll still be waiting there for soon

Because
My friends are on the walls
They're lining up the doors
Look how they're growing strong
I'm warning calls
My pain's incinerating
Down the hallway cause
It's such a long way home
Now off you go
The laces of my shirt
Are struck with sweat and blood
Eyes pouring dirt and mud
Once heard a noise
The clocks are leaving blisters
On my sweet, cold bows
Snow White is dead
So sing us a song

Fear
We're creating the world with our minds flying high
We're prolific, we're young and we're covered in pride
Self-indulgence in masterpiece empty as blame
All of the smiles like a moth to the flame

Yeah, frames are on the walls
Lining up the hall
Oh, don't you know by now?
Got me real divine
Yeah, frames are on the walls
Lining up the hall
Oh, Gonzo bears my style
While you're on the line