Ads plaque the windshield Divinely contagious Skid marks of proof decorate the road Maybe it’s my conscious The floating islands. sobered by God, or it could be chemical
You know I’d do anything to go back and save him Ruse for the family. Make them feel pretty one last time before we have to go
(I don’t care)
Civilised people, brutalised people Torn by the jaws of the digital I’ve tired my conscience The floating island sobered by God, once it was beautiful
You know I’d do anything to go back and save him Everlast sunshine. Everlast headline Idol
(I don’t care)
Minister I drink the water. Spit it out Circling a full mutation, I pause I can hear the silent prayer you shouted now Underwater, underwater parlour Complete with electricity and perks like entertainment to avoid speaking I will never fall asleep I will go to extreme measures to avoid dreaming
Complete with electricity And perks like entertainment to avoid speaking I will never fall asleep I’ll go to extra measures too for dreaming
Liquored, I rifle the tabletop I have killed who I was when we met Truculent rain trickles tease the communal crop, but we’ve already harvested all we can We age in alarm. Declaration means nothing if I cannot see him myself Can I see him myself? Miracle, semi-dark, as I raise my hands, I feel the presence of God We are found We have always been found