"Never Tell A Soul" lyrics

"Never Tell A Soul"

Don't waste your light on me, it'll be dead
Process has made a gape devoided
And amputate the legs off all the non-believers
We'll forgive your past if you can play along

Omission of the dream
What's worse we'll never walk away
(just let me know when it happens)
We pushed over the seams
I'll never tell a soul

We threw our crutches of weight into the ambry
Where we wait for the others to wake
We shuffle out of the bedroom
Into the gavel with a cross at the end of it

We don't pray cause we don't give a shit
We won't beg no we won't pray
We don't pray cause we don't give a shit
We won't beg cause we don't care

The moderate way we made
Our trade the deafening call
I've lost my world
Saddened the gold box can't be locked
I siphon from you in ways I'm not

Did you take it on alone
It's the opposite feel
We all forget pieces of rosary beads
Did you give yourself away?
As much as I need petrified pieces
Of rectory sheets
Holding me afloat

We pushed our mountains of weight into the ambry
Where we wait for the others to wake
We shuffle out of the bedroom and
Into the gavel with a cross at the end of it

We suffocate to see
We fade, it won't be long
Audition all within me
It can't, it can't be gold


Writer(s): William Yip
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