Invading the World of the Guilty as a Spirit of Vengeance Songtext
von The World Is a Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid to Die
Invading the World of the Guilty as a Spirit of Vengeance Songtext
I crave more luxury disposables
A beautiful gym to have a heart attack in
Human life and burial
Is as important as survivors make it
Take my skin and make something
Burn the waste, leave my bones naked
You ate at your desk
Life-wide pressure
Stress-induced aneurysm
Dark spots cluster
A no-edged sword
Like an ATV on fire parked indoors
Human life and burial
Is as important as survivors make it
Take my skin and make something
Burn the waste, leave my bones nakеd
Everyone on my block
Who speaks English is drunk
Submit to thе virus
Un-bless yourself with luck
A rhizome of frayed nerves
As the market bell sounds
Dully wrapped in 20 suits
Stuffed with phoenix down
No church, no pews, no walls
Feedback drowns all of your calls
A curse on all our lips
For the king who only sits
Deep breaths on a discount bus
Ignore all else, put the price on us
The brain inside your phone
Knows how to get you home
Which of the three will you work for?
Do you remember the name of the store?
Rent space in a minimalist grid
And dig for the treasures they hid
Which of the three will you pray for?
Have you recalled the name of your lord?
Tell the world how much you pay the man who prays for you
To Anne-Marie on my birthday
Said she could help, but just sent money
Get an hour out of town
Thought the state would turn around
Thought the job would work for you
Thought the sky would still be blue
Twenty-three by eighty-four by twenty-eight
Turns to hope for peaceful death
Evoked potential in droves
Twenty-three by eighty-four by twenty-eight
Turns to hope for peaceful death
Or at least two days off in a row
A beautiful gym to have a heart attack in
Human life and burial
Is as important as survivors make it
Take my skin and make something
Burn the waste, leave my bones naked
You ate at your desk
Life-wide pressure
Stress-induced aneurysm
Dark spots cluster
A no-edged sword
Like an ATV on fire parked indoors
Human life and burial
Is as important as survivors make it
Take my skin and make something
Burn the waste, leave my bones nakеd
Everyone on my block
Who speaks English is drunk
Submit to thе virus
Un-bless yourself with luck
A rhizome of frayed nerves
As the market bell sounds
Dully wrapped in 20 suits
Stuffed with phoenix down
No church, no pews, no walls
Feedback drowns all of your calls
A curse on all our lips
For the king who only sits
Deep breaths on a discount bus
Ignore all else, put the price on us
The brain inside your phone
Knows how to get you home
Which of the three will you work for?
Do you remember the name of the store?
Rent space in a minimalist grid
And dig for the treasures they hid
Which of the three will you pray for?
Have you recalled the name of your lord?
Tell the world how much you pay the man who prays for you
To Anne-Marie on my birthday
Said she could help, but just sent money
Get an hour out of town
Thought the state would turn around
Thought the job would work for you
Thought the sky would still be blue
Twenty-three by eighty-four by twenty-eight
Turns to hope for peaceful death
Evoked potential in droves
Twenty-three by eighty-four by twenty-eight
Turns to hope for peaceful death
Or at least two days off in a row
Writer(s): Brian Casey, Joshua Cyr, Nicole Shanholtzer, Katie Dvorak, Chris Teti, David Bello, Steven Buttery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com