Letra da Música All My Friends Are Dead de All Get Out

I burned a list of books to be banned
Fever came sweat, then on came the fan
Health in my work with each dirty word
I sold my soul to your prayers
Now I've got

I've got time to kill
All my work is done
Why's their red, what spilled, they're all dead

I crossed my heart when pledging my wife
If ever I'd fail then I'd hope to die
She kissed my forehead and laid me goodnight
Said “Darling you're always mine” Now I've got it

I've got time to kill, all my work is done
Why's their red, whats spilled
All my friends are dead
Lets rewind a bit
My success was legit
Small but what a flight
Daddies demons dead tonight

A short courtship makes a long term marriage
Passive pets and then a baby carriage
It's not the dollar it's the principle of working
There's no market I can find deserving
From now on I write only when I want to
I speak to God in the language I choose to
I understand all of the repercussions
But nobody gonna touch my work again

Won't you wait with me
Come name the family tree with me
Birth the kingdom full
Turn our lust to love to gold
Burn our wasted dreams
Settle down to
Folly Beach
Spin my wedding ring
Just thinking about the way we sleep