Plunge Of The Dagger

Lyrics for Plunge Of The Dagger

I hope your birthday is a disappointment I hope you die in a plane crash I hope you get cancer, everywhere I hope no one can remember your face I hope you don't read this I hope we are together forever When I return I will linger in the shadows and the recesses I will make all the noises expected of me While you are at work, I will shine your shoes with patience and care As I should have done when I was alive Such a token is a rather brittle device To say I won't take you out of my sight I recognise all that I cannot provide Worthless whimsy if you like And protectionism is hard to pull off We are at risk every moment of being taken We are The man on the bus has a shopping bag full of cartons Of banana milk and he is drinking Special Brew His face is interrupted by a large streak of Scar tissue snaking across the left hand side He is noble and beautiful and I wish I were him It all ends with the plunge of the dagger There are waves of content that crash ashore And a simplicity that is blackness Creeps over all Creeps over all Such a token is a rather brittle device To say I won't take you out of my sight I recognise all that I cannot provide Worthless whimsy if you like And protectionism is hard to pull off We are at risk every moment of being taken It all ends with the plunge of the dagger It all ends with the plunge of the dagger There is waves of content that crash ashore When I am dead, I will sleep forever It will be amazing I won't have to get up or anything I can't fucking And a simplicity that is blackness Creeps over all Creeps over all Creeps Creeps over all He had dreamed of the day all of his life, since reading His first sci-fi story in some hokey magazine as a small boy The moon sat above his house during hot summer nights, cool and Inviting; he could almost feel its chalky surface underneath his feet (A simplicity that is blackness) One day, he thought, I will be a hero to all And when I die I will ask that my Skull be displayed in the town square High in the air for all to see and covered in rich gold leaf And I will demand that the rest of my body Be buried deep within the moon itself I have decided to drink myself to death I've calculated how much alcohol is needed in order for my organs To pickle and my frame to collapse into a pool of its own detritus However, I do not drink, so I have Chosen to use the equivalent in lemonade Homemade and cloudy My God, it's delicious