Holy Sons - Saccharine Trust lyrics

Sun is up and I'm trailing down A twisted gift that I'm leaving out And it's only on my mind... Sick with dust, well on my way Refuse that throne yet another day And it's only on my mind... I guess that I'd just lost my mind Coming into this sobering kind Y'know that I had wrote And I write about those old dusty days And their too many ways to be dissatisfied... Praise and curse my memory It's something that's still making me ...it's only on my mind... Curse this ____ I'm holding tight,, a criminal needs a haven tonight ...only on my mind... I guess that I'll descend to this tune like a f**ing firework over the moon So you can salute me down and forever gaze upon this gold-plated frown Now you can remember me