Songtexte:
Art Of Dying Die Trying

die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying If it takes forever I will die trying

ancient art of breathing sadness all around. And trying, I thought I'd spend my seasons trying, I thought I could stop myself from lying, For trying is that ancient art

innocent herdsmen who are just dying O great creator of being grant us one more hour to perform our art & perfect our lives The moths & atheists are doubly divine & dying

and are chased by them you're trying to commit suicide you're satisfied with your prologue now your painting your first chapter black you are putting the scraps of life together and trying

must leave here Then nothing sister Mary can do Will keep me here with you As nothing in this life that I've been trying Could equal or surpass the art of dying

falling, but the liquor just keep calling me, hauling me to the front of the line, making me thinking about dying. I'm trying to keep, keep my composure

sort it out There's people dying for what they believe And I can't even choose, should I stay or leave? And we're supposed to be in love And the great lost art

everyday things trying to find a girl to take to my apartment She's beautiful and clearly cares for me She likes my work, and wants to understand what fuels my art

and Mercy's all we need for disaster For me the microphone master Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall