"Kind Regards" lyrics
Are you a saving grace, or are you saving face?
The hand that turns the pages seems to have the shakes
So put it all on black, all in and raise the stakes
Take the shackles and bend them until they break
Kill switch to scratch the itch
Ripped up the script but life's a bitch
Checkmate went off without a hitch
Wear the iron fist if the shoe fits
It's gonna be a damn cold day in hell before I ever wish you well
So let's bury our heads in the sand
And wait it out 'til the world is the Promised Land
Just tonight will suffice
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
And only to those who can say, "At least we tried"
So run with scissors to home base
Thread needlework through time and space
Maybe I'll see you at the gates
If you sinned enough to save your place
Keep your faith, but you'll just choke
On that gas mask of the swinging vote
The ones that lied to you the most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
So let's bury our heads in the sand
And wait it out 'til the world is the Promised Land
Just tonight will suffice
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
We're black and blue from all the smiles through which they lied
It's gonna be a damn cold day in hell before I ever wish you well
They took our bodies and left us as shells
There's nothing to cure us because Sickness sells
They poisoned the water as all the books burned
And showed us new violence while our backs were turned
All weak men look for someone to blame
You sat there in regret but preferred the shame
We showed you the way out, but you turned away
The House always wins, but you still played the game
The House always wins, but you still played the game
It's gonna be a damn cold day in hell before I ever wish you well
So let's bury our heads in the sand
And wait it out 'til the world is the Promised Land
Just tonight will suffice
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
And only to those who can say, "At least we tried"
The hand that turns the pages seems to have the shakes
So put it all on black, all in and raise the stakes
Take the shackles and bend them until they break
Kill switch to scratch the itch
Ripped up the script but life's a bitch
Checkmate went off without a hitch
Wear the iron fist if the shoe fits
It's gonna be a damn cold day in hell before I ever wish you well
So let's bury our heads in the sand
And wait it out 'til the world is the Promised Land
Just tonight will suffice
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
And only to those who can say, "At least we tried"
So run with scissors to home base
Thread needlework through time and space
Maybe I'll see you at the gates
If you sinned enough to save your place
Keep your faith, but you'll just choke
On that gas mask of the swinging vote
The ones that lied to you the most
The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost
So let's bury our heads in the sand
And wait it out 'til the world is the Promised Land
Just tonight will suffice
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
We're black and blue from all the smiles through which they lied
It's gonna be a damn cold day in hell before I ever wish you well
They took our bodies and left us as shells
There's nothing to cure us because Sickness sells
They poisoned the water as all the books burned
And showed us new violence while our backs were turned
All weak men look for someone to blame
You sat there in regret but preferred the shame
We showed you the way out, but you turned away
The House always wins, but you still played the game
The House always wins, but you still played the game
It's gonna be a damn cold day in hell before I ever wish you well
So let's bury our heads in the sand
And wait it out 'til the world is the Promised Land
Just tonight will suffice
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
Kind regards
Signed
The Day Before You Died
And only to those who can say, "At least we tried"
Writer(s): Aaron Beale, Chris Millward, Tom Beale
