Get messy make them cry! Second single off of Mortimer's sophomore album due out later this year. 

LYRICS
Pretty Baby the war bells have chimed
No need for halos get messy make them cry
Merrymaking a caustic change of heart
Move the needle turn it counter clockwise

Pretty baby don’t fret the sun will rise
Pretty baby you’re running out of time
Pretty baby don’t fret the sun will rise
Pretty baby you’re running out of time

Smash those demons that fill your vacant pause
Take what’s yours break their witty jaws
Play with havoc and take your final bow
You’ll see reflections of your own applause

Pretty baby don’t fret the sun will rise
Pretty baby you’re running out of time
Pretty baby don’t fret the sun will rise
Pretty baby you’re running out of time

The silence of the night
Crawling slowly and out of sight
Hapless touch of fire in your eyes
A crown of thorns dimming your light

Redeemer of sins that stands on the edge
A promise that aches of pretend
A dreamer rudely awakened
 Desire that drives you to the end

Locked in stone a heart full of lies
Take the bones and fall through the whys
Just a tremor of all you despise
Anoint the pain enjoy your sacrifice

Redeemer of sins that stands on the edge
A promise that aches of pretend
A dreamer rudely awakened
A desire that drives you to the end

Pretty baby don’t fret the sun will rise
Pretty baby you’re running out of time
Pretty baby don’t fret the sun will rise
Pretty baby you’re running out of time

Pretty Baby, oh pretty baby

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Pretty Baby's Crown of Thorns

Creator of worlds. Rebellious revolutionary of sound. Breathing fresh life into rock for modern tastes, Mortimer pushes boundaries by creating exhilaratingly raw, vibrant, evocative, and adventurous sonic soundscapes.

Pretty Baby's Crown of Thorns

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