"Thoroughbreds" lyrics

"Thoroughbreds"

How can I move on
And exist within this wreck
It crystallized our minds
My voice kills yours
Your voice kills mine

Foundations gave way
Teeth tear into our spines
My cuts are yours
Your cuts are mine

Haunt me always
(Haunt me always)
The tremors in your wake
Like grieving lungs
Gasping in their cage
Haunt me always
(Haunt me always)
The embers in your place
Like ornaments
A monument to fade

I walk our landfill
Leeching our landscape
It petrified our lives
My end is yours
Your end is mine
Raw palms from begging
How can I move on
Your voice kills mine
Your cuts are mine
Your end is mine

Haunt me always
(Haunt me always)
The tremors in their wake
Like grieving lungs
Gasping in their cage
Haunt me always
(Haunt me always)
The embers in your place
Like ornaments
A monument to fade

Another ghost
Another song
Return the name you never speak
Return the name you never speak
Hung by the legs
An ornament
A monument to fade
Another ghost
Another song
Return the name you never speak


Writer(s): William Scott Putney, Christopher Aaron Hornbrook, Ryan Michael Primack, Jeffrey Moreira
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