Dead Eyes - Good Die Young(Official Visualizer)

Follow Dead Eyes: Subscribe: ‪@DeadEyesOfficial‬ Instagram: / deadeyesmd TikTok: / deadeyesmd Facebook: / deadeyesmd Twitter: / deadeyesmd Website: https://deadeyesofficial.com/ Follow InVogue Records: Official Site + E-Mail Sign Up: https://www.invoguerecords.com/ Instagram: / invoguerecords Facebook: / invoguerecords Twitter: / invoguerecords TikTok: / invoguerecords Written by: Dead Eyes, Kile Odell Produced and mixed by: Kile Odell Additional Engineering: Brandon Merluccio, Evan Frederikson Mastered by: Mike Kalajian Lyrics: Sick of being at the bottom of the food chain Sick of workin’ just to wind up in a new grave I can never be a voice for the voiceless Can’t help that everything is pointless How long have I got left They tell me that the good die young But I keep getting older Was I good enough Am I getting any closer to my place in the sun They tell me that the good die young Every day that I wake up I get a little colder When it’s said and done I wonder if I’ll ever get a place in the sun Yeah they tell me that the good die young Yeah I’m only holding on by a small thread Disappointed when I wake up and I’m not dead Always running from what’s hiding under my bed Count down till I wave the white flag I’m on a steady decline Wither away on the vine Waiting until it’s my time They tell me that the good die young But I keep getting older Was I good enough Am I getting any closer to my place in the sun They tell me that the good die young Every day that I wake up I get a little colder When it’s said and done I wonder if I’ll ever get a place in the sun Yeah they tell me that the good die young We all live on borrowed time Walking a fine line Between devil and divine They tell me that the good die young but I keep getting older They tell me that the good die young But I keep getting older Was I good enough Am I getting any closer to my place in the sun They tell me that the good die young Every day that I wake up I get a little colder When it’s said and done I wonder if I’ll ever get a place in the sun Yeah they tell me that the good die young