even without a face i don't wanna talk about it we could be replaced any time flat duration soul just make believe excitement dead but not so cold oh lazy pigs what a way to go always that thing that happens when everything's just so you understand
we don't know what side we're on dreaming with our heads cut off half in love and underground most of you will not be found
Sickle raven sighs, "my thoughts are boomerangs." You know when you get high It's all wrong The system's all awry I get up to get arrested every single time
we don't know what side we're on dreaming with our heads cut off half in love and breaking down most of you will not be found by anyone
