| Song | Mercury |
| Artist | Die So Fluid |
| Album | The World Is Too Big For One Lifetime |
| This unholy temptation grows, | |
| it's an epidemic | |
| sweeping through my soul. | |
| Tell me my familiar, | |
| should I dare to go | |
| with my hand in his, | |
| an unfurling rose. | |
| Do good things come to those who wait | |
| or do they wait forever. | |
| We made a pact in blood and tears | |
| that we could not be severed. | |
| Nerves run high and resistance low, | |
| and our misconceptions, | |
| they begin to show. | |
| But we're mercury, | |
| and with heat we flow | |
| back toward each other | |
| to rejoin as whole. | |
| Do good things come to those who wait | |
| or do they wait forever. | |
| We made a pact in blood and tears | |
| that we could not be severed. | |
| Though we trample every path, | |
| though we stumble through the dark, | |
| our souls are s‘till joined at the seams. | |
| I would never take your dreams | |
| away. | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Do good things come to those who wait | |
| or do they wait forever. | |
| We made a pact in blood and tears | |
| that we could not be severed. | |
| Though we trample every path, | |
| though we stumble through the dark, | |
| our souls are s‘till joined at the seams. | |
| I would never take your dreams | |
| away. |
| This unholy temptation grows, | |
| it' s an epidemic | |
| sweeping through my soul. | |
| Tell me my familiar, | |
| should I dare to go | |
| with my hand in his, | |
| an unfurling rose. | |
| Do good things come to those who wait | |
| or do they wait forever. | |
| We made a pact in blood and tears | |
| that we could not be severed. | |
| Nerves run high and resistance low, | |
| and our misconceptions, | |
| they begin to show. | |
| But we' re mercury, | |
| and with heat we flow | |
| back toward each other | |
| to rejoin as whole. | |
| Do good things come to those who wait | |
| or do they wait forever. | |
| We made a pact in blood and tears | |
| that we could not be severed. | |
| Though we trample every path, | |
| though we stumble through the dark, | |
| our souls are s' till joined at the seams. | |
| I would never take your dreams | |
| away. | |
| Oh, oh, oh | |
| Do good things come to those who wait | |
| or do they wait forever. | |
| We made a pact in blood and tears | |
| that we could not be severed. | |
| Though we trample every path, | |
| though we stumble through the dark, | |
| our souls are s' till joined at the seams. | |
| I would never take your dreams | |
| away. |