Good Day To Die Testo

You let a lung bleed out
Blow out your nose
You looked across the park and into the city
To calvary row.

Well you lay naked.
You rose up to write
Who would have thought you were the poet of some junky congregation
Down on the flip side
Alone in the darkness you were warm
Alone in the womb, then you were born
A child prodigy obsessed with death
Now mutterings underneath your breath.

Come and take me on high!
For today's a good day to die.
Come and take me on high!
For today's
A good day
To die.

You were connected
To the users from afar
Your father died of cancer 15 years ago
At the time you didn't care at all.
He coined your catchphrase.
"Rise up and write."
Who would have thought you were the poet of some junky congregation
Down on the flip side
Alone in the darkness you were warm
Alone in the womb, then you were born
A child prodigy obsessed with death
Now mutterings underneath your breath.

Lord, come and take me on high!
For today's a good day to die.
Come and take me on high!
For today's
A good day
To die.
Today's
A good day
To die.