The Mind of a Grimes - Maylene and the Sons of Disaster

Loaded down

Ready to end it all

Coming this far can’t be a nothing

Flirting with death harder everyday

But we don’t make mistakes

Martyrs this blood makes

Digging the graves for the Valleydale saints

Farewell comes when your breath becomes mine

Such a sweet goodbye

Years brought me to this moment, and these plans are what young dreams are made

of

You’re laying silent, but I thought you ruled this town

Never second guess revenge

Not much for last lines

To me it’s just a ride

Knowing you’re burning tonight

Sympathy’s for the weak

Born to make false models become one with their disease

A psychotic dream, you heard him calling

The Lord helps those who seek relief

You heard him calling