The dust gets heavier
I'm digging for treasure
One foot in the grave is
Worth two in the nether
Cut the rose at the hilt
Bludgeon all that we built
Your time's running out
And the birds fly the field
They'll get you in the end
But i'm not here to make friends
I'm not here to make friendsDead leaves are cut to make roomI'm not here to make friends
The weak survived by the few
Ithaca - Youth vs Wisdom Lyrics
Ithaca - Youth vs Wisdom Lyrics
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The dust gets heavier
I'm digging for treasure
One foot in the grave is
Worth two in the nether
Cut the rose at the hilt
Bludgeon all that we built
Your time's running out
And the birds fly the field
They'll get you in the end
But i'm not here to make friends
I'm not here to make friendsDead leaves are cut to make roomI'm not here to make friends
The weak survived by the few
I'm digging for treasure
One foot in the grave is
Worth two in the nether
Cut the rose at the hilt
Bludgeon all that we built
Your time's running out
And the birds fly the field
They'll get you in the end
But i'm not here to make friends
I'm not here to make friendsDead leaves are cut to make roomI'm not here to make friends
The weak survived by the few
Writer: Ithaca
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.