Lyrics: Maylene and the Sons of Disaster - The Mind of a Grimes

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Loaded down ready to end it all.
Coming this far can't be a nothing.Flirting with death harder everyday,
But we don't make mistakes. Martyrs, this blood makes.
Digging the graves for the Valleydale saints.

Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine.
Such a sweet goodbye.

Years brought me to this moment
And these plans are what young dreams are made of.

You're laying silent but I thought you ruled this town.
Never second guess revenge.
Not much for last lines, to me it's just a ride.
Knowing you're burning tonight.

Sympathy's for the weak.
Born to make false models become one with their disease.
A psychotic dream, you heard him calling.
The Lord helps those who seek relief.
You heard him calling.
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