You caught me on my way to destroy stages You stopped me bitter faced to ask me this You, I don't understand your agitation Why can't you write a track
Everyone down on the floor No sudden moves and lock the door I've got this feeling I'm chasing I'll never rest until I find it I've been plotting away
Night falls like a vulture On it's prey, wicked culture Black pitch and getting darker It's time to spark ourselves in this hour When they hide in the
They dance all night and sleep all day They live for nothing, but this escape Too bad they can't say at the break of the dawn That the night was a dream
I'm your usual suspect I turned my head in defense That's when I heard you crash And siren screams like rival factions Two stories are told We never
I've got a monster to tame It looks a lot like your face I said to let go of all your inhibitions with me We'll make all our worries disappear with our
Your worth is so much more than words I know the sound of it is absurd They'll say it's easier to wallow in distress It might be true but then we'd look
I'm analog two inch tape Vintage warm with a potent Hiss venomous memories Always ready to strike like this At your heels Don't you feel Like a trip
Smile wave, convince the sanctuary our charade Though you're the object of my deep rage Just counterfeit this holiness for me And everything will be okay
You want my head in a basket This town ain't big enough for The two of us are disaster I'm not your stepchild anymore You can kiss me goodbye You can
You caught me on my way to destroy stages You stopped me, bitter-faced, to ask me this: 'Yo, I don't understand your agitation. Why can't you write a
Everyone down on the floor No sudden moves and lock the door I've got this feeling I'm chasing I'll never rest until I find it See, I've been plotting
Night falls Like a vulture On it's prey Wicked culture Black Pitch And getting darker It's time to spark ourselves in this hour When they hide In the
They dance all night And sleep all day They live for nothing But this escape Too bad they can't say at the break of the dawn that the night was a dream
I'm your usual suspect I turned my head in defense That's when I heard you crash In siren screams like rival factions Two stories are told We never
You want my head in a basket (cause) This town ain't big enough for The two of us are disaster I'm not your 'stepchild' anymore You can kiss me goodbye
Your worth is so much more than words I know the sound of it's absurd They'll say it's easier to wallow in distress It might be true but then we'd Look
I'm Analog Two-inch tape Vintage, warm with a potent Hiss Venomous Memories Always ready to strike like this At your heels Don't you feel Like a trip
