Texty: Showbread. No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical. Dead By Dawn.

Tonight's twilight will be the last
Seen by our eyes
So if it seems so beautiful
Kiss the beauty goodbye

Oh, my little cornea
Please say that you are no more
And ears please swear you did not hear
This creaking in the cabin floor

I'll forgive my eyes for lovely lies
So certainly within my will
Please declare this piercing stare
So false at a clock that's standing still

Such pretty skin, give it to us
Such pretty skin, give it to us

The sun won't wise, my spirit dies
All hope has withdrawn
Here I lay because either way
I know, we'll all be dead by dawn

Dead by dawn, dead by dawn
Dead by dawn, dead by dawn
Dead by dawn, dead by dawn
Dead by dawn, dead by dawn

Dead by dawn, dead by dawn
Dead by dawn, dead by dawn
Dead by dawn, dead by dawn

Shotgun shells, this rotting smell
Lingers on, words that were said
Her body in pieces, my hand cut away
The ever-enchanting book of the dead

The sun won't wise, my spirit dies
All hope has withdrawn
Here I lay because either way
I know, we'll all be dead by dawn

A chainsaw can remove a limb
Or act as a replacement
Smell the gas as hours pass
Contrary to my statement

The corpses wish to cover me with kisses
So just maybe
I'll cover this cabin with their blood
Hail to the king baby

Dead by dawn, dead by dawn
Dead by dawn, dead by dawn, yeah