Butterfly Effects Lyrics - All Good Things Come To A Fri(end)

Butterfly Effects - All Good Things Come To A Fri(end)

Then the robots danced
Swinging in strange embrace
Lost lives contrived once more Frames of dishonest peace
Burnt wicks kindled anew
Flames of zeal misplaced
Crooked smiles sold
Ghosts eager to be released

When drowned in our blood
Who even carries
The hands of guilt
When we ate and bathed in mud You lost belief
In what we built

Spoils seem to blind
As the mortar weeps alone
The boar needs to ask
Where the fool needs to know What was sure turned false now quo
A facade sinfully shown
A feast of wanting eyes
When we need to eat the crow

When drowned in our blood
Who even carries
The hands of guilt
When we ate and bathed in mud You lost belief in what we built

Burdened as Atlas
Damned as Adam
Scorned as Prometheus
And loyal as Brutus
Unwise as Icarus
Vile as Pandora
Sad as Pagliacci
And honest as Judas

Written by:
Ian Ireland

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find