The little hand chases the bigger one
As the quitting man picks up a fickle gun
It's a brittle stand gives it his all for none
As the little hand eats up the bigger one
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
The little hand chases the bigger one
As the quitting man picks up a fickle gun
It's a brittle stand gives it his all for none
As the little hand eats up the bigger one
The whipping hand lashes the working one
As the killing man judges the bodies hung
Now he's a thinking man ethically overcome
As his bloodied hands question what they've become
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
The shriveled hand envies the eaten one
As the shifting sands cover the fallen nun
She's had gentle hands now they are all but burnt
As these rippled lands give prayers their final verse
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
Dead Gods are the New Gods - Borrowed Time Lyrics
Dead Gods are the New Gods - Borrowed Time Lyrics
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The little hand chases the bigger one
As the quitting man picks up a fickle gun
It's a brittle stand gives it his all for none
As the little hand eats up the bigger one
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
The little hand chases the bigger one
As the quitting man picks up a fickle gun
It's a brittle stand gives it his all for none
As the little hand eats up the bigger one
The whipping hand lashes the working one
As the killing man judges the bodies hung
Now he's a thinking man ethically overcome
As his bloodied hands question what they've become
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
The shriveled hand envies the eaten one
As the shifting sands cover the fallen nun
She's had gentle hands now they are all but burnt
As these rippled lands give prayers their final verse
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
As the quitting man picks up a fickle gun
It's a brittle stand gives it his all for none
As the little hand eats up the bigger one
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
The little hand chases the bigger one
As the quitting man picks up a fickle gun
It's a brittle stand gives it his all for none
As the little hand eats up the bigger one
The whipping hand lashes the working one
As the killing man judges the bodies hung
Now he's a thinking man ethically overcome
As his bloodied hands question what they've become
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
Go Out to receive it
Placid water seeding
Ripple to a seething tongue
Coming through I'm screaming
Wishing I was dreaming
Crippled I am teething bone
Preacher he is breathing
Teacher, student seeking
Fickle as a newborn nun
Meeting in a clearing
Vultures keep on bleating
Underneath the searing Sun
The shriveled hand envies the eaten one
As the shifting sands cover the fallen nun
She's had gentle hands now they are all but burnt
As these rippled lands give prayers their final verse
We're all on borrowed time
We're all on borrowed time
Fumbling for peace of mind
We're all on borrowed time
Writer: Erik Richard, Thomas Fahey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Dead Gods are the New Gods
Language: English
Length: 5:56
Written by: Erik Richard, Thomas Fahey