"Lay Down Your Flowers" lyrics

"Lay Down Your Flowers"
(feat. Alpha Wolf)

Get a grip
I'm fucking over it
I want an apology
Not a guilt trip
Sick of it
Feeding your fucking fears
I hear your cries
But I see no tears

Get a grip
I'm fucking over it
I want an apology
Not a guilt trip
Sick of it
Feeding your fucking fears
I hear your cries
But I see no tears

Lay down your flowers
Bow your heads and prepare
Another declaration
Of death and despair
This time it really will happen
There's apparitions of truth
But when the day comes and passes
You always have an excuse

How many more times
How many more times
Can you end it all
How many more times
How many more fucking times
Can you cry wolf

Get a grip
I'm fucking over it
I want an apology
Not a guilt trip
Sick of it
Feeding your fucking fears
I hear your cries
But I see no tears

Get a grip
I'm fucking over it
I want an apology
Not a guilt trip
Sick of it
Feeding your fucking fears
I hear your cries
But I see no tears

Chew me up and spit me out
I'll give you something to cry about

Fuck

This is your world
We just live in it
You've created a Snow White mindset
Was it nature, nurture or neglect
Don't ask questions, just accept that
Sanctimonious words of self praise
Are things I will no longer tolerate
Holier than thou
Who's going to believe you now

No
Nobody


Writer(s): Jay Bacon, Megan Alice Targett, Willem Mason-geraghty, Meyrick De La Fuente
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