The End Was Always Coming
Iminthepark
歌词
The End was always coming for us,
You are wearing the shirt of death,
We smell of chicken-winged angels,
Now that it’s here, now that it’s here.
We have something death cannot touch, right here.
Yet I care too much about what death thinks of me,
A pair of eyes displeased to meet me.
Is it here yet,
How does it feel?
Is it here yet,
How does it feel?
Is it the end yet? Is it the end yet,
Maybe I shouldn’t be scared.
Lovely bones, ruffling up my own tonight.
Lovely bones, ruffling up my own tonight.
Lovely bones, ruffling up my own tonight.
Lovely bones, ruffling up my own tonight.
Maybe, maybe, maybe I shouldn’t be scared,
With all of you by my side tonight.
Lovely bones, ruffling up my own tonight.