LYRIC

Die!
Die!

Broken mirror
Seven years of stolen luck
I tried to fix you one more time
But I must let it die
The dream that we’d survive
Cut my throat if I tell a lie

Set it free, lost ambition
I’ve over-thought my place in your life
Set it free, superstition
I gave up on this fairy tale – die!

Lie means wisdom
Cross my heart but it’s a lie
I kept us going the last time
You used one of your nine lives
I gave up all of mine
Cut my throat if I tell a lie

Set it free, lost ambition
I’ve over-thought my place in your life
Set it free, superstition
I gave up on this fairy tale – die!

In the world that I created
I’m intoxicated

Set it free, lost ambition
And now I won’t look back?
I’ve turned my back I’m off the ground
Set it free, superstition
And now the air I breathe is poison free
I’m freedom-bound

Set it free, lost ambition
I’ve over-thought my place in your life
Set it free, superstition
I gave up on this fairy tale – die!

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