This is a gift it comes with a price Who is the lamb and who is the knife Midas is king and he holds me so tight And turns me to gold in the sunlight (Raise it up) (Raise it up raise it up) We raise it up, this offering We raise it up Raise it up raise

Wanna keep you turned up, baby, keep you turned on 'Cause you're my party song I wanna keep you turned up, baby, keep you turned on You're my party song Knocking me down with that little beat you're thumpin' Keeping that king cab thumping And, girl, I

Never been this close to heaven Got the pretty turned up to eleven Droppin' them dead on the dance floor Somebody better call a doctor She's a little heart stopper I'm talkin' breaker breaker one-niner Sippin' on this seven-seven Dang, girl, look at you

I can't fake the daytime Found an entrance to escape into the dark Got false lights for the sun It's an artificial nocturne All that I believe I'm as fucked up as they say An outsider's escape for a broken heart I'm just as fucked up as they say

I'd pick you up and carry you 'cross every stream I see And I'd bundle you in kindness Until you cling to me We'd sit beneath strong branches My arms would twine around I'd turn your green to emerald And give you gold all over the ground If I had you at

And mama’s good eats And wonder on repeat There's soo much history in my head The people I've left The ones that I've kept Have you heard me on the radio, did you turn it up? On your blown-out stereo in suburbia? Could be playing hide and seek from home

I'll supply the love You supply the night, baby I see a horseman in the sky It makes me turn and wonder why I hear the same old fourteen reasons Must be the changin' of the seasons I met the girl across the sea She saved my life and came with me A tender

Run to the sea Raining in your heart We turn away to face the cold, enduring chill As the day begs the night for mercy love The sun so bright it leaves no shadows Only scars carved into stone On the face of earth The moon is up and over One Tree Hill We

I'll do the Chicago promenade My door is locked, my debts are paid My back was turned I did not see That shadow climbing up on me I took my turn at fixing hearts But that goes bad before it starts I'm desperate now, I must say If I die now before I'm old

Butchery my meat hooks sharpened to penetrate Emasculate, gouging crotches I will eat Hung upside down, holes punctured through half chewed Gristle, debauchery with dead bodies, turning green Upheaveal of human entrails Deterioration of grated genitals,