Standard (EADGBE)
Congratulations on the mess you made of things
On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.
And oxidation is the compromise you own
But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her
bones saved
lalala lalala - lalala
You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her
lead
lalala lalala - lalala
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly
and finding a throat to choke
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture
and blowing the crows, the smoke
This is beginning to feel like the long
winded blues of the never
Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken
and shoving the souls to ghost
Eternalized. Objectified.
You set your sights so high.
But this is beginning to feel like
the bolt busted loose from the lever
Never mind. Death professor
Your structures fine. My dust is better
Your victim flies so high
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
Never you mind. Death professor.
Love is life. My love is better.
Your victim flies so high
Eyes could be the diamonds. Confused with who's next
Never you mind. Death professor.
Your shocks are fine, My struts are better.
Your fiction flies so high,
Y'all could use a doctor. Who's sick, who's next?
Never you mind. Death professor.
Electrified, my love is better
It's crystallized, so'm I.
All could be the diamond. Fused with who's next
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
forever
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of
forever