| I memorized the moves of a great culture. | |
| It gave way to the vulture and me. | |
| So, I decided to be through with the assassins and the kids, | |
| And kill for the thrill of silencing. | |
| Yes, throw yourselves away, | |
| Don't save yourselves. | |
| Throw yourselves away, | |
| Don't save yourselves. | |
| Father tried to find her, | |
| But she's not there. | |
| Guess I lost those tracks in the | |
| City of Despair. | |
| And, winding round the fact that things fall apart, | |
| Have a heart sister! | |
| Don't you know you started to? | |
| Yes, throw yourselves away, | |
| Don't save yourselves. | |
| Throw yourselves away, | |
| Don't save yourselves. | |
| In a theater of impatience, | |
| Records cause culture | |
| As records break records. | |
| On the back of the vulture, | |
| I'll go to the heart of the sun. | |
| We have set the controls for one | |
| Shhh... Just like days of old, | |
| Bad horses still get sold. | |
| Mistakes get made, | |
| I mean we blaspheme. | |
| Like mad eagles who think they've made the same one's extinct, | |
| Girl, you've got another thing | |
| Coming. So, throw yourselves away, | |
| Don't save yourselves. | |
| Throw yourselves away, | |
| Don't save yourselves. | |
| In a theater of impatience, | |
| Records cause culture | |
| As records break records. | |
| On the back of the vulture, | |
| I'll go to the heart of the sun. | |
| We have set the controls for one. | |
| I'll go to the heart of the sun. | |
| We have set the controls for one |