fury

Muse

You're so happy now,
Burning the candle at both ends,
Your self loving soothes,
And softens the blows you've invented.

Breathe in deep,
And cleanse away our sins,
And we'll pray
That there's no God to punish us,
And make a fuss.

Cracks healing up,
The future soul forgives this mess,
You waste twenty years
And wind up alone, demented,

Breathe in deep,
And cleanse away our sins,
And we'll pray
That there's no God to punish us,
And make a fuss.

Breathe in deep,
And cleanse away our sins,
And we'll pray
That there's no God to punish us,
And make a fuss.