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Bring Me the Horizon Lyrics

It's three eighteen, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen,
It's early in the morning, and my mouth tastes terrible. My description of the taste is like the combined remnants of every pregnant teenager who died.

The minutes are hours, the hours are days,
Time feels distorted and elongated; each minute feels like an hour, and each hour feels like a day.

I feel infected by your presence, you speak in tongues,
I feel ill when you're around me, and your language is incomprehensible and nonsensical like speaking in tongues.

I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs,
I can detect the deceptions you're spreading, they seem to be emanating from your corrupted lungs, which is figurative language.

I whispered in her ear: Fear me dear, for I am Death, I'll take your hope, your dreams, your love, Till there's nothing left
I threatened someone secretly and told them to be afraid of me because I am like death itself. I'll take all of their hope, dreams, and love until they're left with nothing.

I whispered in her ear You better fear me dear, for I am Death, And I'll take that shit you call a life, In a single fucking breath
I warned someone about fearing me, and that their existence is insignificant, as I can end their life quickly.

I'll take your hope, I'll take your fucking dreams, I'll take your love, I'll take everything you fucking bitch,
Once again, I threaten to strip someone of their aspirations, hopes, and affection. They're deemed as insignificant and degraded by the singer's inappropriate name-calling.

I'll steal the diamonds from your eyes, I'll turn your promises into lies, I'll steal the diamonds from your eyes, I'll turn your promises into lies,
The artist will bring harm to someone and make it so they have nothing left of worth or value. They will deceive and manipulate someone by turning their assurances into falsehoods.

It's three eighteen, mouth tastes like the corpse of every pregnant teen, The hours are days, the days are dead, I feel infected by your presence, you speak in tongues, I smell the lies dancing on your blackened lungs,
The environment's negative aspects have accumulated, and the artist is experiencing despair and disgust in being in the same surroundings. The people around are lying and difficult to communicate with; that's the reason stated for their corrupted lungs and speaking in tongues.

I hear the fear in your voice, but you shouldn't feel a thing, Your life's already worse than any pain that I could bring, That I could bring, That I could bring,
The person in question is already living such an unpleasant life that any pain from the artist would be insignificant. The artist acknowledges that the individual is scared, but they're powerless.

I could make it December every day, But you're so blind, it may as well be May,
The singer is capable of using their power to make it seem always like December, which typically represents miserable weather. In the person's current environment and mental state and perception, it's already a miserable day every day; they're helpless and unaware of how unpleasant their surroundings are.

And I whispered in her ear You better fear me dear, for this is Death And I whispered in her ear Fear me, 'cause I am Death
Once again, the artist reminds someone of how they should be afraid of them, as they represent death and its inevitable nature.

I whispered in her ear Fear me dear, for I am Death, I'll take everything you ever loved I whispered in her ear You better fear me, for I am Death. For I am Death For I am Death Bitch
The singer reiterates how the person should be afraid of them and what they're capable of doing. They provide a forceful reminder that their power is vast, and they have no problem taking from that person everything they hold dear. Finally, the singer ends their rant with an insult (Bitch).