Congratulations on the mess you made of things On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings And oxidation is the compromise you own But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones Say
You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead Just say
This is beginning to feel Like the long winded blues of the never This is beginning to feel Like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke
This is beginning to feel Like the long winded blues of the never Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture And blowing the crows, the smoke
This is beginning to feel Like the long winded blues of the never Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken And shoving their souls to ghost
Eternalized, objectified You set your sights so high But this is beginning to feel Like the bolt busted loose from the lever
Never mind, death professor Your structure's fine, my dust is better Your victim flies so high All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next
Never you mind, death professor Love is life, my love is better Your victim flies so high Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who's next
Never you mind, death professor Your shocks are fine, my struts are better Your fiction flies so high Y'all could use a doctor who's sick who's next?
Never you mind, death professor Electrified, my love is better It's crystallized, so am I All could be the diamond fused with who's next
This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever [3x]