Saphron Star - Pin Up Punk

The sky is gold, with the memories of a century
And the sand holds the souls, of those dead on Entry
Not stillbirth nor the, prospect of Never End
I talked to the inhabitants of those who fall through the bend
My life is still mine to mold My life is still mine to mold

You're a pin-up off the block
A prick one of all one in the first
You're a pin-up off the block
A prick one of all one in the first

You'll end up in hell, or disinterred I've heard
But until you hear gods bell, why crown the herd
Off to the sheep's nest, and the crow's pen
Only the lords best, you heart barren
My life is still mine to mold My life is still mine to mold

You're a pin-up off the block
A prick one of all one in the first
You're a pin-up off the block
A prick one of all one in the first
Your tomorrow comes as your yesterday
It comes undelivered and free
You will entrap it, you will be lost at sea

Written by:
Alec Saphron, Omar Star

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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