Lyrics Mischief Managed - Like Moths to Flames
Die
slow
When
comfort
bleeds
you
dry
You'll
see
not
the
forgiving
type
Fool
me
once,
shame
on
you
Now
fool
me
twice
Fuck
everything
you
put
me
through
All
things
aside
I
know
you
better
than
you
know
yourself
And
I
will
never
wish
you
well
All
things
aside
I
know
you
better
than
you
know
yourself
Never
wish
you
well
Dig
yourself
from
the
bottom
Watch
you
lose
yourself
again
It's
your
curse
That
tells
me
it
could
be
worse
Heavy
is
the
head
that
hangs
with
regret
Never
wanted
to
burn
but
you
did
When
push
came
to
shove
You
pushed
the
world
until
it
swallowed
you
in
Rock
bottom
gave
out
from
underneath
The
world
gave
up
on
you
and
your
dreams
So
paint
yourself
a
new
name
I
watched
the
world
give
up
on
your
dreams
While
I
watched
you
sink
Dig
yourself
from
the
bottom
Watch
you
lose
yourself
again
It's
your
curse
That
tells
me
it
could
be
worse
Dig
yourself
from
the
bottom
Watch
you
lose
yourself
again
It's
your
curse
That
tells
me
it
could
be
worse
It
could
be
worse
I
see
the
tables
turn
And
all
your
bridges
burned
Nothing
like
a
little
spite
In
pure
disgust
to
feel
alive
I
see
the
tables
turn
And
all
your
bridges
burned
Nothing
like
a
little
spite
In
pure
disgust
to
feel
alive
Dig
yourself
from
the
bottom
Watch
you
lose
yourself
again
It's
your
curse
That
tells
me
it
could
be
worse
Dig
yourself
from
the
bottom
Watch
you
lose
yourself
again
It's
your
curse
That
tells
me
it
could
be
worse
Could
be
worse
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