I've been dreaming, late at night In darkness, in the land of lost monsters And my pride is always a step behind me So I run Oh baby give what's to me
We're not what you think we are We make product and place it in stores But we're just selling our songs See you in hell! We'll pick you up by your
What if when the curtains go down There is nothing and nothing? Yeah, what if when the curtains close If there's a Heaven in the sky I don't know why
I am afraid Of the book of blank pages God, I'm afraid It's my job to fill them Too much responsibility Yeah, need an interpreter What am I trying to
The thing is we live in fear Fear of the monsters in control Three legged machines that haunt my dreams Machines made of metal so cold Could there be
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I see the world in a swirl of hues But my favorite color is shame Tonight the sky is painted Tonight the sky is painted melancholy And the wind sings
I will be the fire on your lips And i'm overlooking under fame you keep me the face But where he's looking at with his bath water And i will be the fury
I see the world in a swirl of hues, but my favorite color is shame. Tonight the sky is painted... Tonight the sky is painted... melancholy and the
You made my heart your home So I snuck up on the rooftop To peer down at you, through the skylight To find that you were setting fires Who sets fire
As we creep along The beat from our wings keeps us humming To the buzz of our hives requiem This comb will rot away, our queen is filled with eggs And
of his credit? I'm worth more than the sum of my parts; equations don't add up. Heed this warning don't go chasing American dreams, ripping at the seams
I'm not mad I'm just tired and it makes me sad At least it makes me something different I hate this place And all these guys and their fancy clothes
Look at me, when I talk to you My eyes can't bear the sight Oh, eyes so brilliant, it pains my heart But I can make you disappear I can make you disappear
You're almost out of batteries So if you lose the feed, you'll know why We make music, but we're not machines Well if we disappear, you'll know why The
Evil has a sweet sweet scent Wickedness is fresh and new each time Do you sense it? Can you sense the glory in it? I was just like you I was the pauper
not the same, it's not the same, 'cause I was just a kid, dad--Ohho-ohho... It does not do to dwell on dreams. Acceptance takes you further than you
How could you understand The way I feel about God? How could you understand Anything, about me at all? I am the wind, singing a sad song I am a volcano