Texty:
Biffy Clyro

Angels fall to the floor Like they would if I was captain "Silver children", she roared I'm not the son of God Somebody help me sing Can anybody hear

Which of the witches do you belong The one with the eye patch or the one that's highly strung? I know you can't trust anyone How do you capture a photograph

I've had enough You burn the bridge I'll cut the boat in half Control I've said enough, you keep the secrets I know you'll never spill Sold Boom, blast

Well, you scratch and you scratch 'til your face comes away Replaced by a hole a vortex just waiting to play I commend your violence Well, I enter a

Take a long hard look at yourself How did you end up here The blood drips like red inverted balloons Tomorrow is a promise to no one If you want, follow

Son of Henry, I'm the first in line To the throne, smell my mustard gas I slash swords through your wooden spine Well, it cut my heart and it blew my

I pronounce it aluminium, 'Cause there's an I next to the U and M Now write it down slowly and read it out fast She's got eyes, preposterous eyes I've

I would dig a thousand holes to lay next to you I would dig a thousand more if I needed to I look around the grave for an escape route of old routines

Oh, my distorted smile will tighten its grip Now somebody is asking, "When you will disappear?" You have to believe yourself to be happy now You can't