I Always Find Comfort In The Morbidest Of Things










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teagynm
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I find comfort in the morbidest of things

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I Always Find Comfort In The Morbidest Of Things

I find comfort in the morbidest of things.

I find comfort in the morbidest of things. From ashes we came and to ashes we will return,

I find comfort in the morbidest of things. From ashes we came and to ashes we will return, But the thought of dying still sort of stings,

I find comfort in the morbidest of things. From ashes we came and to ashes we will return, But the thought of dying still sort of stings, It haunts me and lingers over me like a slow burn.

When we die, where does all our love go?

When we die, where does all our love go? Does the world swallow it up like it’s nothing?

When we die, where does all our love go? Does the world swallow it up like it’s nothing? Like it never meant anything, no,

When we die, where does all our love go? Does the world swallow it up like it’s nothing? Like it never meant anything, no, It meant everything to me. you’re bluffing.

And as everything I offered this world goes to waste,

And as everything I offered this world goes to waste, Will I hear Him beckoning?

And as everything I offered this world goes to waste, Will I hear Him beckoning? The Reaper, calling for me without haste,

And as everything I offered this world goes to waste, Will I hear Him beckoning? The Reaper, calling for me without haste, Patiently waiting for my soul to slip into his arms, barely menacing.

Will he smile at me,

Will he smile at me, That kind smile like everything is and will be okay?

Will he smile at me, That kind smile like everything is and will be okay? Like everything that’s happened to me was meant to be,

Will he smile at me, That kind smile like everything is and will be okay? Like everything that’s happened to me was meant to be, Like he’s been waiting forever in a day

To intertwine our souls and finally set me free

Will the world cave in when I’m gone?

Will the world cave in when I’m gone? Or will I be forgotten, will you all move on?

Will the world cave in when I’m gone? Or will I be forgotten, will you all move on? Was I ever really even here?

Will the world cave in when I’m gone? Or will I be forgotten, will you all move on? Was I ever really even here? Toward him, I was always drawn.

And maybe I don’t really mind,

And maybe I don’t really mind, Maybe my soul will sing,

And maybe I don’t really mind, Maybe my soul will sing, I think I see things starting to align...

Isn’t that the morbidest thing?

I always did find comfort in the morbidest of things.

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