The Worst Is Yet to Come Songtext
von Still Remains
The Worst Is Yet to Come Songtext
These words have slipped again,
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them,
Cloud your vision,
Make everyone disappear,
There′s still time to wake up,
Get out while you still can... Speak. (Get out, while you still, can)
This mud, is too thick to see through,
The stiches are coming out,
The wounds won't heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I′m fearing...
The worst is yet to come,
Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile,
Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
[Instrumental]
This mud is too thick to see through,
The stitches are coming out,
The wounds won't heal themselves,
Is this embedded status permanent?
So... I'm... fearing...
The worst is yet to come,
Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile,
Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
These words have slipped again,
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them.
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more,
My will is too weak to carry on.
The worst is yet to come,
Days are getting shorter. (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile,
Rest a little longer. (Longer!)
The Worst Is Yet To Come,
Days are getting shorter.
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them,
Cloud your vision,
Make everyone disappear,
There′s still time to wake up,
Get out while you still can... Speak. (Get out, while you still, can)
This mud, is too thick to see through,
The stiches are coming out,
The wounds won't heal.
Is this embedded status permanent?
So, I′m fearing...
The worst is yet to come,
Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile,
Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
[Instrumental]
This mud is too thick to see through,
The stitches are coming out,
The wounds won't heal themselves,
Is this embedded status permanent?
So... I'm... fearing...
The worst is yet to come,
Days are getting shorter, (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile,
Rest a little longer, (Longer!)
These words have slipped again,
Stitch the lips of the one that murmurs them.
Cloud your vision, make everyone disappear.
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more,
My will is too weak to carry on.
The worst is yet to come,
Days are getting shorter. (Shorter!)
Close your eyes for awhile,
Rest a little longer. (Longer!)
The Worst Is Yet To Come,
Days are getting shorter.
Writer(s): Jordan Robert Whelan, T J Miller, A J Barrette, Evan Andrew Willey, Zachary Robert Roth Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com