I've lost the plot again. Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth. There's a few quid to be made. And my soul's a sorry state, so come on down you empty lovers. Worms come out of the woodwork, and the snakes start to sing. Do you feel the chill clawing at the back of your neck? I start to spill. Did you really think that you could fix me? They'll sell your bones for another roll. Well sharpen your teeth. Tell yourself that it's just business. Worms come out of the woodwork. Leeches crawl from out of the dirt. Rats climb out of the holes they call home. I fall apart; and the snakes start to sing. Don't say I'm better off dead. 'Cos heaven's full and hell won't have me. Won't you make some room in your bed? Well you could lock me up in your heart & throw away the key. Won't you take me out of my head? I'm just a would of been, could of been, should of been, never was and never ever will be. Well sharpen your teeth. Tell yourself that it's just business. Worms come out of the woodwork, and the snakes start to sing. "If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock." Are you still getting high? Did you catch your own reflection in the knife my mother held? Or the hell in my fathers eyes? "If you can't soar with the eagles, then don't fly with the flock." Are you still getting by? Was I your knight in shining armour, the apple of your eye? Or just a step to climb?
When Bring Me The Horizon finally returned home from their last world tour in December 2011, they’d been on the road for two whole ...