Artist: Bring Me The Horizon
Album: There Is A Hell, Believe Me I've Seen It. There Is A Heaven, Let's Keep It A Secret
Genre: Rock
So just like that you're fucking dead and gone
You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long
We built an empire and you took the throne
But you built it from bayonets and sat there alone
So just like that you're fucking dead and gone
You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long
We built an empire and you took the throne
But you built it from bayonets and sat there alone
I hope your queen was worth it
Do you still serve her on your knees?
Because you sat when the world was at your feet
Just slept while we lived the dream
You won't miss the water
Till the river runs dry
You won't miss the sunset
Till it burns out the sky
You won't miss what you have
Till it's finally lost
But you don't miss a bastard
When you're bearing his fucking cross
Blacklist, nothing but a blacklist
With friends like you, there's no need for enemies
With friends like you, there's no need for anything
Blacklist, you're nothing but a blacklist
Well, truth be told, I'm a little bit gutted
I mean you were always a prick
But we still seemed to love you
We started this together and it should have stuck
But there's no room for a useless, miserable fuck
Well, I know I was a cunt in the final days
It just filled me with venom, filled me with rage
To see someone not give a shit, despite of all of this
I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck
I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
You're on my blacklist and there's nothing left to say
We're finished breaking our bones
Dragging dead fucking weight
I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck
I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
Blacklist, nothing but a blacklist
With friends like you, there's no need for enemies
With friends like you, there's no need for anything
Blacklist, you're nothing but a blacklist
I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck
I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
You're on my blacklist and there's nothing left to say
We're finished breaking our bones
Dragging dead fucking weight
I won't see you around, I couldn't give a fuck
I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch
You're on my blacklist and there's nothing left to say
We're finished breaking our bones
Dragging dead fucking weight
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