What I Wish - critic

Don't you know this isn't what you, signed up for
Are you really gonna die for something you don't believe in
I'm a critic not a heathen
Malicious intent on the weekend
Sink or swim like a baby in the deep end
Scheme too much, now the darkness is your best friend
Dream too much, cause it's easier to pretend
Mmm, mmm

Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death)
Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware
All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare
Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death)
Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware
All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare
Mmm, mmm

Losing track of time
Zoning out to the death bell chime
Is this real or is it in my mind
Cheat the reaper one last time

Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death)
Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware
All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare
Six more hours, (left) better not forget your flowers, (death)
Waiting round the corner, ready to catch you unaware
All you see now is a coffin and a blank stare

Written by:
Miles Huddle

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