Good Day To Die

You let a? bleed out Blow out your nose You looked across the park and into the city To cavalry row. Well you lay naked. You rose up to write Who would have thought you were the poet of some junky congregation Down on the flip side? Alone in the darkness you were warm Alone in the womb, then you were born A child prodigy obsessed with death Now mutterings underneath your breath. Come and take me on high! For today's a good day to die. Come and take me on high! For today's A good day To die. You were connected To the users from afar Your father died of cancer 15 years ago At the time you didn't care at all. He coined your catchphrase. "Rise up and write." Who would have thought you were the poet of some junky congregation Down on the flip side? Alone in the darkness you were warm Alone in the womb, then you were born A child prodigy obsessed with death Now mutterings underneath your breath. Lord, come and take me on high! For today's a good day to die. Come and take me on high! For today's A good day To die. Today's A good day To die.