What Keeps You Alive Can Kill You

In my town the witches play "hum your favourite tune"
while they steal your youth like an apple from the 
forbidden tree
And every whisper 'round every corner echoes off everything

nobody loves and nobody feels(no one ever thinks they're 
dying..)

In this town in the fields we graze we're only killing 
time, while kings and queens like playwrights decide who 
shall live and who shall die! - and in this town all the 
cemeteries are all outside of town
and no one ever talks of dying

even if you think you're dying you'd better keep it 
together in the presence of others or they'll fucking eat 
you alive