Testo Asunder - Exhorder

Asunder

The seven-year itch has come for the middle class father to some
Castle built from sand and stone is now crumbling into the dust
Evening time has come
Tuck the children in and steal the sun
Execute the plan, make no mistakes
Should we just refrain or start again?
Love is relative
But are relatives so loved that a father or mother won’t take a sister or
brother
Cut bait and move on?
Carry on
Let no man put asunder
I’m gonna love you 'till you’re six feet under
For seven years, bitch and moan
And coming through the door, following on
Take the time to bond and play before a tired mind gets to unwind
Evening time has come
Tuck the children in and steal the sun
Execute the plan, make no mistakes
Should we just refrain or start again?
Love is relative
But are relatives so loved that a father or mother won’t take a sister or
brother
Cut bait and move on?
Carry on
Let no man put asunder
I’m gonna love you 'till you’re six feet under