We're the boys jailed in a horse's skull. We nailed our ears to feral glittery drone. The only thing that makes our blood feel like blood are stealing cars and watching lightning bolts fuck.
Don't look away, every day's the same every song's the same sanitized exploding airplane.
I got shot in the face it's all on videotape. So c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free.
I got shot in the face it's all on videotape. So c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free.
We're the girls chewing Styrofoam, pulling our wigs under monochrome glow. The only line that's talking us into bed is the freeway's static hiss drilling holes in our heads.
Don't look away from the clouds leaking rust. The kingdom of heaven reeks of burning witches and dust.
I got shot in the face it's all on videotape. So c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free.
I got shot in the face it's all on videotape. So c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free.
Seven items dropped out the back of my head: one big war and one color red; one vulgar leg and one designer tree; two stallions and a pound of confetti.
Oh, salvation! Hollow lightning, so skeletal... Shipwrecked freeways! Concrete ribcage, so boring...
Oh, salvation! Hollow lightning, so skeletal... Shipwrecked freeways!
I got shot in the face it's all on videotape. So c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free.
I got shot in the face it's all on videotape. So c'mon, watch the blood, it's pouring commercial-free.
We ride, We ride, skeletal lightning, We ride, We ride, skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that's miscarried vacant as a womb that's miscarried
We ride, We ride, skeletal lightning, We ride, We ride, skeletal lightning, vacant as a womb that's miscarried