Marigold

Marigold (Explicit) - Periphery

Written by：Misha Mansoor/Matt Halpern/Adam Getgood/Mark Holcomb/Jake Bowen/Spencer Sotelo

Latched to this life like a death-grip

We're satisfied with the mundane

And keeping out of sight

But still we are young we are young

I'll stare the angels down

Keep them in the back room

Shut the door and let go

Now we stare at the grave-cold and paralyzed

Pushing daisies while we still feel the sunshine

We are young we are young

Slip through the marigolds and please our damaged souls

This place is holding me

Jump through the rope let's make it credible

When blood is all we see

Life is impossible

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling

We're on the clock and the needle is turning

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

You're just another one wandering aimlessly until the grave

The signs of the times are upon us all

We're bleeding for tomorrow

Sucking on the mother's dead tit of sorrow sorrow

It's alright we'll learn it all before we go

Snapped by the neck as we follow

Chin up now tighten the rope

Leave it all hollow

This place is holding me

Jump through the rope let's make it credible

When blood is all we see

Life is impossible

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling

We're on the clock and the needle is turning fast

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

No funeral

No pyre left burning

This body is dust in the wind that's hurling past

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

I guess I will just leave things the way they are

This place is holding me

This place is holding me

Jump through the rope let's make it credible

Credible

When blood is all we see

Life is impossible

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling

We're on the clock and the needle's turning

The misery's killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

Death is coming 'round like a hurricane swirling

We're on the clock and the needle is turning fast

The misery is killing me slowly

Give me a spine to work it out

No funeral

No pyre left burning

This body is dust in the wind that's hurling past