Bring Me The Horizon - This Is What The Edge Of Your Seat Was Made For

Artist: Bring Me The Horizon
Release: This Is What The Edge Of Your Seat Was Made For


1. Re: They Have No Reflections

And I’ve been dragging the lake for dead kids
While you were sleeping
Crossing away the calendar
Rotting away, into the ground

Where you belong
Where you belong
Where you belong
Where you belong

Die

I don’t know what they said
They all left me for dead
And when I’m done
God can have his way
God can have his way
God can have his way
For now

You

And when I’m done
God can have his way with me
And when I’m done
God can have his way with me

So nail the casket one more time

Nail the casket one more time
I’m ready to go, baby
Nail the casket one more time
Now

Nail the casket one more time
I’m ready to go, baby
Nail the casket one more time

Twist the knife, it won’t last forever
Twist the knife, you know it won’t, baby
Twist the knife, it won’t last
Forever, forever more

Yeah
Go, go
Forever

Do not change the subject
Let’s go chase the sunset
Bring me the horizon
Bring me the horizon
Now

Twist the knife, it won’t last forever
Twist the knife, it won’t last
Forever, it won’t last forever
So nail the casket
Now I…

I hate all my friends
I hate all my friends
I hate all my friends
I hate all my friends
Never forgive them
Never forgive friends
I hate all my friends
I hate all my friends

2. Who Wants Flowers When You're Dead? Nobody

A cherry sunset blossoms
But we’re not there to watch it fall
On the vacant canvas, we should be waiting
With our face down on the grass
Staring till our eyes give way
Let’s paint this city black
While the night’s still young

You

This cherry sunset withers
Our words, as frail as paper
A dawn I thought we’d never see
Alone on this silent beach
There is nothing we can do
There is nothing we can do

The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself

The trees rot down to nothing
Throats dry out and corpses fill the sidewalks
These promenades, our graveyards

The sky, it burns itself out
The sky, it burns itself out

There is nothing we can do
The sky, it burns itself
And I think we’re all about to fucking die
The trees rot down to nothing
Throats dry out and corpses fill these sidewalks
These promenades, our graveyards
Kneeling down on what’s left, sacrificed upon doomsday
Oh, if we could take it back and see one last twilight

Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture

Take a picture, take a picture
Take a picture, take a picture
It will last longer

Our hands in prayer formation
Our elbows on the bed
One last try for heaven
Thinking who wants flowers when you’re dead?
You’re dead
When you’re dead

Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry
Cherry, cherry
A cherry sunset

3. Rawwwrr!

Yeah
Rawwwwrr

Take it back, what you suffer me
Take it back, what you suffer me, baby
Take it back, what you suffer me
Take it back, what you suffer me, baby

Taking back, what you stole from me
Taking back, what you stole from me, baby

Taking back, what you stole
Taking back, what you stole from me

So…

Wash away these memories, silent and proud
Wash away these memories, silent and proud

Blood won’t confirm on these curtains
Your blood, my hands
Your blood, my fucking hands

Run for the hills
Your strength, from the dead afar
Run for the hills
Your strength from luck, cut this off

And if you think you’re alive
Then you’re better off fucking dead

Right!

This will be, another moment where we put
Salt in my eyes, in wake I won’t
Salt in my eyes
In hope I won’t see your smile
I will not see her

This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body
This will be over my dead body

4. Traitors Never Play Hang-Man

This is what the edge of your seat was made for
Holding on, nothing to lose
This is what the edge of your seat was made for
And this, this is what the back of your hand was made for
Stolen apologies
Stolen apologies, you

You’re a traitor to my heart
You’re a traitor to us all

Forsaken

This over indulgence of conciseness
Has torn a day apart
And lingered in the splendor
Of the feeling in my stomach
Trailing down the shadow of cupped hands
Covering my face
I wait for what I have to do

Forsaken

We’re all movie stars
We’re all movie stars
We’re all movie stars
We’re all movie stars

(And I’m speaking these words)
(And I’m talking to the mirror)

You’re a traitor to my heart
You’re a traitor to us fucking all

I don’t want to kiss anyone
I don’t want to kiss anyone but you
I fucking love you