Chelsea Kills 2015 Single.
Beauty is a caste, I can see it rolling past
A glitter coated tank, with no one left to thank
It's treads are made of gold, it ain't bought and it ain't sold
And when it passes by, it steals the light out of your eye
Grace is like a pit, you fall right into it
So naturally immune, to any other tune
It sweeps you up like love, and wraps you in a hug
And when you climb on out, you're face to face with doubt
Luck is like a whore, it gives but takes some more
Push it all you can, you're sure to see it end
It's sure to treat you nice, its the fire and the ice
Once bitten you may cry, but luck is never shy
Beauty is a caste, it will knock you on your ass
But for those who ride the wave, what could be left to save?
The armor's only fleeting, and all beauty has a meeting
With the tarnish and the time, while all the rest will toe the line
Oh yeah I guess I'll toe the line
released November 2, 2015
The Chelsea Kills are Tim McMonigle, Sam Mercurio and Max King.
Engineered/Produced by Joe Reinhart at Headroom Studios, Philadelphia, PA.
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe.
Lyrics by Sam Mercurio
Music by The Chelsea Kills.
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