Growing Up During the Cold War

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Trouble, my trouble, it's death Sounds like disease with regret Vacuum's heart or out bits Delicate seizures and all the rest [Verse 2] Trouble, my trouble, mourir Left my lungs with the fear Test patterns on you I killed you, I did it, my dear [Instrumental Bridge] [Verse 3] Trouble, my trouble, it's death Skin like a sidewalk that left Desperate cum is in our bed A little while, I failed you at best (I failed you at best) (I failed you at best) [Verse 4] Of course, silence's gonna cost a little I like shadows in my sleep Coming in here, caught yourself on the fast you said "Comments are gorgeous, please don't speak" I decide who lives in my best room I got windows to protect my breed Put down your spirit and tell me there's something desirable for you and me [Bridge] (That's it) Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir Mourir, mourir