Deathcock - Broken Social Scene

Trouble, my trouble, it’s death

Sounds like disease with regret

A vacuum’s heart or out bits

Delicate seizures and all the rest

Trouble, my trouble, mourir

Left my lungs with the fear

Test patterns on the air

I killed you, I did it, my dear

There’s a common law

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)

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 that there’s something desirable for you in me

(That's it)

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

You were never supposed to go and love and ditch us by the corpse (Mourir,

mourir)

Some signs, some sections, and our favorite eskimo (Mourir, mourir)

And ow long has it been since your dad locked that door?

(Mourir, mourir)

Set your piss on fire and let it all go (Mourir, mourir)

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir

Mourir, mourir