Swill - Jónsi, A. G. Cook

I strap lace around your skinny waist, oh

It might as well have been my neck that’s hanging in

Words like a razor cut the skin from my bones, woah

Down to my skeleton, the only thing I own

You say I did something wrong yesterday

You’re right, of course, I’m making fool of myself in every way

Things I left for me

You’re so full on

You kick 'em all away

Juice starts flowing, I salivate, woah

I’m like a dog in heat

A carnivore to meat

You see me walking around in slow motion like a ghost

You’re right, of course, the blood in my brain

Evacuates the host

Youth cries, I’m never gonna get you

Gonna wanna kiss you, wanna have it all

Youth cries, there’s nothing I can do

I’m getting older, life hits me against the wall

As I drown

You will own

My soul

And everything that comes along with that

Things I left for me, oh

You’re so full on

You kick 'em all away

You’re so full on

You kick 'em all away

Things I left for me, oh

Me, oh

You’re so full on

You kick 'em all away