Act, Re‐Enact Songtext
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Act, Re‐Enact Songtext
Fortune bleeds out from hate
Value is drawn in sand
Never think that the choice is dry
Everything that has ever stuck is digging through the sky
Plastic vapor drugs the moment jerking backwards
Catatonic prize, the fluid′s in the sink
The scanner at the front door
Fingerprints replace the face of anyone who loosens their perspective
Act, reenact
Crude contact
Flush
Act, reenact
Placebo
Stop, next show
Close the seal
Wrap the bag around your corpse
Exit swiftly
Discard the blue flame
Gauzed up eyelids
Your attention is a smirk
Blood hesitates
Discard the true name four times before sunrise
Full death resets with your anti-breed
Her pulse travels from her chest into your throat
It's her secret
So you′ll scratch, slick, slide, from the unknown
Race, hide, if you can find an in and out
Fluorescent walls penetrate the flesh, and skin turns to silk
Pain assembles
Paint crumbles
Crush
Used, dead pockets permit your robotic act
Reenact
Crude contact
Metallic, narcotic reproduction simulated just for validation
You pour your soul through the screen
She will lay there
Bodies glow blue and white
She's still conscious
Value is drawn in sand
Never think that the choice is dry
Everything that has ever stuck is digging through the sky
Plastic vapor drugs the moment jerking backwards
Catatonic prize, the fluid′s in the sink
The scanner at the front door
Fingerprints replace the face of anyone who loosens their perspective
Act, reenact
Crude contact
Flush
Act, reenact
Placebo
Stop, next show
Close the seal
Wrap the bag around your corpse
Exit swiftly
Discard the blue flame
Gauzed up eyelids
Your attention is a smirk
Blood hesitates
Discard the true name four times before sunrise
Full death resets with your anti-breed
Her pulse travels from her chest into your throat
It's her secret
So you′ll scratch, slick, slide, from the unknown
Race, hide, if you can find an in and out
Fluorescent walls penetrate the flesh, and skin turns to silk
Pain assembles
Paint crumbles
Crush
Used, dead pockets permit your robotic act
Reenact
Crude contact
Metallic, narcotic reproduction simulated just for validation
You pour your soul through the screen
She will lay there
Bodies glow blue and white
She's still conscious
Writer(s): Eric Alper, Zach Baskin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com