Track 2 from my first self recorded EP
Josh Pancake on drums

Suicide March

"Young Graves"

You, were you, the needle in my arm? 
Or the poison in my veins?
Or maybe, just maybe, 
You're the cigarette to my lips, or the smoke deep in my lungs.

'Cause no matter what you are,
you're killing me. So slowly.
And no matter where you are,
you're with me, still haunting me.

No, you are, the bottle up to my mouth,
or the burning back in my throat.
I, oh I, would like to think that were both the same,
but there's always a victor when love's the game.

'Cause no matter what you are, 
you're killing me. So slowly.
And no matter where you are,
you're with me, still haunting me.

And there was nothing left to say.
It's like my words all went on holiday.
But words are just toys to you.
Well toys can be weapons too.
Your eyes are on the ceiling.
And your mouth is a gun.
Loaded with your feelings.
Or lack there of...

'Cause no matter what you are,
you're killing me. So slowly.
And no matter where you are,
you're with me, still haunting me.

And no matter what you do, 
my only regret was missing you.
And no matter what you say, 
tomorrow will never be yesterday.

Produced and written by myself on my Macbook Pro and my Bluebird mic. 
Vocals and guitar is myself.
Lead guitar is Seth Stout.

Suicide March

DanielWade

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