This is the everlasting, so long from every head For you to always hunt me down again A couple without emotion, grief dances on our beds Breaking the pieces on my shelf again And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door Cut me dead, waiting for the end And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come Screaming at the top of your lungs You are the one Im taking, the new young residents Inside the center of our universe And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door Cut me dead, waiting for the end And the aftertaste, note it passes at the door Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come For the end, cut me dead For the end, cut me dead Cut me dead This is our saddest day, the worst is yet to come Screaming at the top of your lungs And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door Cut me dead, waiting for the end And the aftertaste, note it passing at the door Cut me dead, waiting for the end to come
aftertaste, cut, note, dead, pass