No Use in Dying

Pull the wires from me, and let me go Let me know the thunder.

A thousand skies above me,

But harsh blue lights,

Pull my eyes back under.

I can let it all go,

Give it all up to your control, but

I can’t hold on cos these thoughts are like fiber and You’re like a midas touch.

You’re like a midas touch.

You’re like a midas touch

In the blue light

You’re like a midas touch

In cold light you hold me,

And you smoothly operate without me knowing. I can let it all go,

Give it all up to your control,

I can’t hold on cos these thoughts are like fiber and You’re like a midas touch.

And it’s too late,

Check Mate

But I still chose trying

Can’t stand and wait for my saving grace Cos there’s no use,

No use in dying.

You’re like a midas touch In the blue light

You’re like a midas touch

Written By: Leonora Jane Wood