Belle vs. The Golden Idol Songtext

Poppy Hollander

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Belle vs. The Golden Idol Songtext
Oh it's by chance that I'll divine
What happened to you beneath my eyes
When gold strikes silver and silver strikes gold
And the seventh is a secret never to be withheld

If your baby cries for water, how can you let it alone?
We glue your lips together, you're a horse for slaughter
We've got to let it go on
It's these inane pleasantries that dilute me from my mind
And you from the ground you break
It's these mindless decisions which so fascinate
The hearts, the hearts, the minds I break

Oh and now we're living in bubbles you know
Like our father predicted we would
And the sentiment that you carry on
Leaves you stuck in the past
And now we're living in bubbles you know
Like our father predicted we would
And the sentiment you carry on
Leaves you stuck in goodness

If your baby cries for water, how can you let it alone?
We glue your lips together, you're a horse for slaughter
We've got to let it go on
It's these inane pleasantries that dilute me from my mind
And you from the ground you break
It's these mindless decisions which so fascinate
The hearts, the hearts, the minds I break
Oh and now we're living in bubbles you know
Like our father predicted we would
And the sentiment that you carry on
Leaves you stuck in the past
And now we're living in bubbles you know
Like our father predicted we would
And the sentiment you carry on
Leaves you stuck in goodness

Oh! She's such a beautiful twisted child
And she cries out on the hour
She cries out for the blood that laps at the feet of her father
Oh! She's such a beautiful twisted child
Such a beautiful twisted idol
And we all should be up to no good
And we all should be up to no good

Such a beautiful twisted child
Leaves you stuck in the past
Such a beautiful twisted idol
And we all should be up to no good
She's going to leave you awhile
For you to lose your vacant smile
And me to deliberate the ache
Of the hearts, the hearts, the minds I break

Oh and now we're living in bubbles you know
Like our father predicted we would
And the sentiment that you carry on
Leaves you stuck in the past
And now we're living in bubbles you know
Like our father predicted we would
And the sentiment you carry on
Leaves you stuck in goodness

Such a beautiful twisted child
Such a beautiful twisted idol
Such a beautiful twisted child
Such a beautiful twisted idol.