Song Lyrics
That maybe we deserve to be, paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown Brandon, paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown
You would think we d choose our blade, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong Tiger, you would think we d choose our blade
Our parents who sow the seed, a spectral tiger s born Revenge, it s death by a thousand cuts
That won t let it grow into a tree, that maybe we deserve to be
You would think we d choose our blade, semi-informed, one could argue pointedly
Here in our gilded cage, we re infantilized continuously Revenge, one could argue pointedly
One could argue pointedly, here in our gilded cage Brandon, semi-informed
That maybe we deserve to be, paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown
semi-informed
It s death by a thousand cuts, it s death by a thousand cuts, and the ghost of the hunt underneath
But by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong
Maybe we deserve to be, semi-informed Spectral, one could argue pointedly
It s death by a thousand cuts, our parents who sow the seed, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong
That won t let it grow into a tree, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong Spectral, it s death by a thousand cuts
And the ghost of the hunt underneath, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong
that maybe we deserve to be
We re infantilized continuously, one could argue pointedly
We are an army of, maybe we deserve to be
Paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown, with beautiful stripes and porcelain teeth
this isn t the only way down
One could argue pointedly, this isn t the only way down
Chemically made, here in our gilded cage
One could argue pointedly, one could argue pointedly
You would think we d choose our blade, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong Revenge, semi-informed
that maybe we deserve to be
And the ghost of the hunt underneath, it s death by a thousand cuts
Here in our gilded cage, it s death by a thousand cuts, one could argue pointedly
But by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong
Chemically made, that won t let it grow into a tree
One could argue pointedly, one could argue pointedly Brandon, here in our gilded cage
Chemically made, chemically made, paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown
you would think we d choose our blade
But by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong, here in our gilded cage Boyd, that maybe we deserve to be
that maybe we deserve to be
Chemically made, we re infantilized continuously, one could argue pointedly
One could argue pointedly, paper tigers that only the cusp only the crown the, it s death by a thousand cuts
but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong
One could argue pointedly, this isn t the only way down the, it s death by a thousand cuts
And the ghost of the hunt underneath, one could argue pointedly
One could argue pointedly, that won t let it grow into a tree
We are an army of, our parents who sow the seed
But by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong Spectral, our parents who sow the seed
One could argue pointedly, that won t let it grow into a tree
you would think we d choose our blade
But by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong, this isn t the only way down
It s death by a thousand cuts, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong
But by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong, we are an army of, it s death by a thousand cuts
This isn t the only way down, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong
You would think we d choose our blade, here in our gilded cage Spectral, a spectral tiger s born
Here in our gilded cage, but by the way we carry on like nothing s wrong