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Congratulations on the mess you made of things |
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On trying to reconstruct |
| [00:30.39] |
the air and all that brings |
| [00:33.77] |
And oxidation is the compromise you own |
| [00:38.42] |
But this is beginning to feel |
| [00:40.79] |
like the dog wants her bones saved |
| [00:44.85] |
lalalala.... |
| [00:50.26] |
lalalala.... |
| [00:55.78] |
lalalala.... |
| [01:01.29] |
lalalala.... |
| [01:06.50] |
You force your fire then you falsify your deeds |
| [01:11.95] |
Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds |
| [01:17.47] |
And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds |
| [01:22.07] |
But this is beginning to feel |
| [01:24.38] |
like the dog's lost her lead saved |
| [01:28.55] |
lalalala.... |
| [01:33.96] |
lalalala.... |
| [01:39.46] |
lalalala.... |
| [01:44.79] |
lalalala.... |
| [01:50.35] |
This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [01:52.40] |
winded blues of the never |
| [01:55.88] |
This is beginning to feel like |
| [01:57.55] |
it's curling up slowly |
| [01:59.21] |
and finding a throat to choke |
| [02:01.29] |
This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [02:03.29] |
winded blues of the never |
| [02:06.73] |
Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture |
| [02:10.00] |
and blowing the crows, the smoke |
| [02:12.18] |
This is beginning to feel like the long |
| [02:14.25] |
winded blues of the never |
| [02:17.64] |
Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken |
| [02:21.06] |
and shoving their souls to ghost |
| [02:23.10] |
Eternalised. Objectified. |
| [02:25.61] |
You set your sights so high. |
| [02:28.46] |
But this is beginning to feel like |
| [02:30.25] |
the bolt busted loose from the lever |
| [02:34.03] |
Never mind |
| [02:35.27] |
Death professor |
| [02:36.71] |
Your structure's fine |
| [02:37.94] |
My dust is better |
| [02:39.30] |
Your victim flies so high |
| [02:41.36] |
All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next |
| [02:44.93] |
Never you mind |
| [02:46.24] |
Death professor |
| [02:47.68] |
Love is life |
| [02:48.91] |
My love is better |
| [02:50.35] |
Your victim flies so high |
| [02:52.32] |
Eyes could be the diamonds |
| [02:53.81] |
Confused with who's next |
| [02:55.63] |
Never you mind |
| [02:57.14] |
Death professor |
| [02:58.63] |
Your shocks are fine |
| [02:59.70] |
My struts are better |
| [03:01.08] |
Your fiction flies so high |
| [03:03.15] |
Y'all could use a doctor |
| [03:04.46] |
Who's sick, who's next |
| [03:06.73] |
Never you mind |
| [03:08.10] |
Death professor. |
| [03:09.35] |
Electrified, my love is better |
| [03:12.04] |
It's crystallized, so'm I. |
| [03:14.13] |
All could be the diamond |
| [03:15.57] |
Fused with who's next |
| [03:17.85] |
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:22.94] |
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:28.54] |
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
| [03:34.43] |
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever |
