The Stephen Hawking Lyrics
| Song | The Stephen Hawking |
| Artist | Say Anything |
| Album | Anarchy, My Dear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Watch you hit the stage like a willing bomb, | |
| strapped to cripple children. | |
| It’s hard to watch you whore out your damage pride. | |
| I spit on what you’re building. | |
| We rally in the balls of the sweaty club, | |
| prepare for insurrections. | |
| And, all the dead souls that you would control | |
| are bound for resurrections. | |
| You’re father was a lover and he left you there; | |
| need of their attention. | |
| You’ll fill this blank page with the brightest shame; | |
| the death of all invention. | |
| You’re the new Christ of what will suffice; | |
| the Satan to your savior. | |
| Sing it out loud if you don’t believe | |
| in lies and good behavior. | |
| If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole. | |
| If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole. | |
| If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole. | |
| There must be something in the way you burn, | |
| it makes me lose control. | |
| If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole. | |
| If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole. | |
| I’m happy to report about the life assured; | |
| livened to ashes. | |
| Might of had a few but I gripped the wheel. | |
| Now I’m speeding past this. | |
| If you should approach with the blue and white, | |
| attempt to pull me over. | |
| I have a few words for the weak of heart | |
| to summon and sober. | |
| If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole. | |
| If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole. | |
| If you’re the Sun, I’m a black hole. | |
| There must be something in the way you burn, | |
| it makes me lose control. | |
| I’m the son of a black hole. | |
| Go! | |
| Basking in the glow of a dying star, | |
| bowing down blind in the song you are, | |
| take a little second just to hear me out. | |
| Marching off a cliff like you’re free of doubt. | |
| You’re Jesus growing fat off a warming girl. | |
| Moses making up the Commandments too. | |
| Lost out tight to a stolen hook. | |
| Elvis in his pool of royal puke. | |
| You’ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| (I don’t even want to take you home tonight.) | |
| You’ll never be alive because you sold your soul. Soul! | |
| You’ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| (I don’t even want to take you home tonight.) | |
| You’ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| Soul! (Soul!) Soul! (Soul!) | |
| You’ll bleed to feed the demon in me; | |
| if you don’t change your evil ways and end this peacefully. | |
| You’ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| I beg you before you’re digested, shred your lens and see. | |
| You’ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| You won’t curry favor with that flavor, curry tastefully. | |
| You’ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| I’ll swallow you and grind you up and you’ll cease to be. | |
| You’ll bleed. (I can not let this go with you.) | |
| You’ll bleed. (I can not let this go with you.) |
| Watch you hit the stage like a willing bomb, | |
| strapped to cripple children. | |
| It' s hard to watch you whore out your damage pride. | |
| I spit on what you' re building. | |
| We rally in the balls of the sweaty club, | |
| prepare for insurrections. | |
| And, all the dead souls that you would control | |
| are bound for resurrections. | |
| You' re father was a lover and he left you there | |
| need of their attention. | |
| You' ll fill this blank page with the brightest shame | |
| the death of all invention. | |
| You' re the new Christ of what will suffice | |
| the Satan to your savior. | |
| Sing it out loud if you don' t believe | |
| in lies and good behavior. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| There must be something in the way you burn, | |
| it makes me lose control. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| I' m happy to report about the life assured | |
| livened to ashes. | |
| Might of had a few but I gripped the wheel. | |
| Now I' m speeding past this. | |
| If you should approach with the blue and white, | |
| attempt to pull me over. | |
| I have a few words for the weak of heart | |
| to summon and sober. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| There must be something in the way you burn, | |
| it makes me lose control. | |
| I' m the son of a black hole. | |
| Go! | |
| Basking in the glow of a dying star, | |
| bowing down blind in the song you are, | |
| take a little second just to hear me out. | |
| Marching off a cliff like you' re free of doubt. | |
| You' re Jesus growing fat off a warming girl. | |
| Moses making up the Commandments too. | |
| Lost out tight to a stolen hook. | |
| Elvis in his pool of royal puke. | |
| You' ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| I don' t even want to take you home tonight. | |
| You' ll never be alive because you sold your soul. Soul! | |
| You' ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| I don' t even want to take you home tonight. | |
| You' ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| Soul! Soul! Soul! Soul! | |
| You' ll bleed to feed the demon in me | |
| if you don' t change your evil ways and end this peacefully. | |
| You' ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| I beg you before you' re digested, shred your lens and see. | |
| You' ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| You won' t curry favor with that flavor, curry tastefully. | |
| You' ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| I' ll swallow you and grind you up and you' ll cease to be. | |
| You' ll bleed. I can not let this go with you. | |
| You' ll bleed. I can not let this go with you. |
| Watch you hit the stage like a willing bomb, | |
| strapped to cripple children. | |
| It' s hard to watch you whore out your damage pride. | |
| I spit on what you' re building. | |
| We rally in the balls of the sweaty club, | |
| prepare for insurrections. | |
| And, all the dead souls that you would control | |
| are bound for resurrections. | |
| You' re father was a lover and he left you there | |
| need of their attention. | |
| You' ll fill this blank page with the brightest shame | |
| the death of all invention. | |
| You' re the new Christ of what will suffice | |
| the Satan to your savior. | |
| Sing it out loud if you don' t believe | |
| in lies and good behavior. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| There must be something in the way you burn, | |
| it makes me lose control. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| I' m happy to report about the life assured | |
| livened to ashes. | |
| Might of had a few but I gripped the wheel. | |
| Now I' m speeding past this. | |
| If you should approach with the blue and white, | |
| attempt to pull me over. | |
| I have a few words for the weak of heart | |
| to summon and sober. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| If you' re the Sun, I' m a black hole. | |
| There must be something in the way you burn, | |
| it makes me lose control. | |
| I' m the son of a black hole. | |
| Go! | |
| Basking in the glow of a dying star, | |
| bowing down blind in the song you are, | |
| take a little second just to hear me out. | |
| Marching off a cliff like you' re free of doubt. | |
| You' re Jesus growing fat off a warming girl. | |
| Moses making up the Commandments too. | |
| Lost out tight to a stolen hook. | |
| Elvis in his pool of royal puke. | |
| You' ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| I don' t even want to take you home tonight. | |
| You' ll never be alive because you sold your soul. Soul! | |
| You' ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| I don' t even want to take you home tonight. | |
| You' ll never be alive because you sold your soul. | |
| Soul! Soul! Soul! Soul! | |
| You' ll bleed to feed the demon in me | |
| if you don' t change your evil ways and end this peacefully. | |
| You' ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| I beg you before you' re digested, shred your lens and see. | |
| You' ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| You won' t curry favor with that flavor, curry tastefully. | |
| You' ll bleed to feed the demon in me. | |
| I' ll swallow you and grind you up and you' ll cease to be. | |
| You' ll bleed. I can not let this go with you. | |
| You' ll bleed. I can not let this go with you. |
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