Kill the Vultures - Amnesia | Текст песни

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• Kill the Vultures
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Behind the curtains are closed doors/ half truths and cold floors
I got my backbone/ sorry you sold yours
Untold wars burn in our sleep
Surrender to silence and the turn of the key
Learning to speak the tongue of looking busy when the preacher comes
Never learned the manuscript proper but I could teach you some
Two doors in front of you/ don't settle for either one
Son of a gun or another believer's son
Inhale dust particles/ flipping through old articles
Trying to find the source of where it started from its hard to know
I know conviction is a lost cause carved in stone
That still remembers dull blades long after the scars are gone
Pulled the plug but the motor's still running
It ain't over till something stops the overkill coming
Take the sober pills from me/ I'm not in good company
The wallpaper's dizzy and the paranoia's unleashed
Runs free, runs wild like God's son's bastard child
Living on the stoop with cheap beer and Black & Milds
Pass the vile/ I wouldn't mind forgettin' some
For getting high, forgetting dumb, whichever one is quicker, son
Ridiculous, it's only neckties and hypocrites
Reading from a book and drinking fake blood it was written with
Splitting hairs, splitting families and splitting lips
Get in bed with them and spread the politician's syphilis
Amnesia, now you're a believer
But the drugs won't save you and the church won't either
Amnesia, now you a believer
Hands up, face down, you know the procedure
(Repeat)
What you running from/ its standing there, must be fate
Might as well look your demon in its ugly face
Go ahead and try to turn it into something safe
Until you realize you're brushing your teeth with a rusty blade
Let's escape through the unified solitude
Humanize the bottle, too and pray nobody follows you
Cover your tracks well/ holler if you catch hell
If I'm not there in time I didn't know you that well
No pressure/ hold tight, no pressure
Don't look down, don't look back, they'll get'cha
Bet 'cha bottom buck/ cool and cordial is not enough
They went to tip they wine glass/ bottoms-up and got 'em stuck
Must be tripping off your own supply/ living life in one gear: overdrive
No surprise
Here's a blessing to the frozen sky/ let us see just one more sunset it's
closing eyes
I broke the bottle that's buried inside my pigment
The pigment is just a color that colors all of my vision
I seen it clear enough for the both of us
I'm bout to fill your sober cup so maybe you can open up
Open up a little more
Put it on the killin' floor/ and you can fight your civil wars
That's not a riddle or simile, metaphor
It's just the goddamn truth that you must need a symbol for
Amnesia, now you're a believer
But the drugs won't save you and the church won't either
Amnesia, now you a believer
Hands up, face down, you know the procedure

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