Herex

Song: Herex

Artist: Biffy Clyro

We are all contestants

In your silly little game

Your love's only expression

Is your personal gain

You think that you're delicious

In anything you do

With silence as my witness,

Your cacophony's the truth

So I'll ask

Don't lose what's already lost

I'm begging you,

Don't lose whats already lost

Because how can you think

That you've figured this out?

You haven't got the range

How do you think

That the mend gets made?

It isn't magically

You never saw salvation

A life was being played

But still you're getting married

You're gonna get paid

Hard not to be suspicious

Of everything you do

His absence is a sickness

His presence goes too smooth

So I'll ask -

Please don't walk out that door

I'm begging you,

Don't dare walk through that door

Because how do you think

That you've figured this out?

You haven't got the range

How do you think

That the man gets made?

It isn't magically

Why do you think

That the world owes you

You and no one else?

Wet bed, drip fed, there's no hope

Though we never stood a chance

Real love is much better than this

Real love is much better

Is it real love? Is it real love?

Real love is much better than this

Real love is much better

Is it real love? Is it real love?

How can you think

That you've figured this out?

You haven't got the range

How do you think

That the man gets made?

It isn't magically

Why do you think

That the world owes you

You and no one else?

Wet bed, drip fed, there's no hope

Though we never stood a chance