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Worth The Mirth


Artist: ZIGGYMAGGOT
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Time Signature: 4/4
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Like a corpse in line on Friday
waiting to hit pay dirt

You got a little something there, on your shirt ...

He saved the seeds and planted them in the garden
Trying to grow a heart that won't harden on his sleeve
Hoping and Praying
Goat roping and scapegoating

The verses verboten
The words have forgotten their meaning


Surely

he'll receive a reprieve

On his worried brow, the then and there the here and now

It's a tough row to hoe, ain't it Warden, ain't it so
First the fruit softens, next thing you know
It's rotten and falls down below





They say the air is poison
But people still got to believe
Arrows and wars
Little rows of clones on the march
Are we permitted to breath ?

She was a sad girl
We called her Freedom
Tied to this makeshift hospital bed
Plugged into her machines
She swears she doesn't need them

We wrote her love letters
We prayed she'd feel better
But sometimes the ties that bind
Are dead stars and can make
You blind, so unkind, the Fates that await her fall
We wrote her virtue prescriptions
On the cracked and paint peeled wall
But now she can't read them
At all
And we fault her for our decisions
While we ride her with derision



Genre(s): Industrial, Alternative Metal, Goth Rock, Horror, Sci-Fi
Mood(s): Anxious, Dark, Eerie, Haunting, Horror
Style(s): Danger, Death, Future, Sci-Fi
Tempo: Mid Tempo
Language(s): English
Instrument(s): Bass-Electric,Drums,Guitar-Electric,Keyboard/Synthesizer,Vocals-Backing Vocals,Vocals-spoken,Vocals-Sung
Vocal Type(s): Male Vocals,Spoken Words
File Type: MP3

* Audio may contain AI generated content
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Like a corpse in line on Friday
waiting to hit pay dirt????

You got a little something there, on your shirt ...

He saved the seeds and planted them in the garden
Trying to grow a heart that won't harden on his sleeve
Hoping and Praying
Goat roping and scapegoating

The verses verboten
The words have forgotten their meaning


Surely

he'll receive a reprieve

On his worried brow, the then and there the here and now

It's a tough row to hoe, ain't it Warden, ain't it so
First the fruit softens, next thing you know
It's rotten and falls down below





They say the air is poison
But people still got to believe
Arrows and wars
Little rows of clones on the march
Are we permitted to breath ?

She was a sad girl
We called her Freedom
Tied to this makeshift hospital bed
Plugged into her machines
She swears she doesn't need them

We wrote her love letters
We prayed she'd feel better
But sometimes the ties that bind
Are dead stars and can make
You blind, so unkind, the Fates that await her fall
We wrote her virtue prescriptions
On the cracked and paint peeled wall
But now she can't read them
At all
And we fault her for our decisions
While we ride her with derision





Masking the truth
We fall apart and crumble
away
As dark becomes day
The root of our problems
Buried below our cradle rocking
At perilous heights
And we know now
That one more wind with it's cool cruel breeze
Will send us
To our knees
Broken and humbled
And surrounded
By an ominous copse
Of trees



It looked both dusty ancient
And shiny futuristic
Like some long forgotten people
That traveled the cosmos to reach us
We sit on a fence straddling
Our raging inquisivness
With our fear of what they could teach us
Heavens tremble
And Hell caughs up another hound
With ill intent to deliver us to the new prince

We haven't been heard from since
No
We haven't been heard from since

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