Текст песни Laura — Mark the Day

Me and my boy,
We've been on the road,
And I taste ash.
My sword, my tongue,
No stars, no sympathy,
So mark my words,
I will not be told
How you feel.
I don't trust you any more
Than I trust myself.
Burn the day.
These three things
Can't be held in two hands,
But never mind all that.
Ghost life, coast by,
I'm on top of everything tonight.
Gold dust turns to glue
In your throat, so elegantly choke.
You beat this rap,
But you'll still get it in the neck.
Burn the day.