Minus House - TWENTY SE7EN

This man, this man
Breaths obsession
My mouth it breaths depression

Wanna die, wanna die young
No feathers or gold
Just wood and soil

Ooo it's getting much closer
like a black swan
Over troubled waters

Wanna die, wanna die young
No feathers or gold
Just wood and soil

Perish a thought
Perish a thought
There's no fight
We die, we die young

Wanna die, wanna die young
No feathers or gold
Just wood and soil

Wanna die, wanna die young
No feathers or gold
Just wood and soil

We die
Die Young
Wanna die young

Written by:
Rowan Cane

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