Panic Drills

(album: Kid Kruschev - 2017)

Panic drills
When I light the fire
Pulling faith apart this time
Falling down in the sunshine
Fucked me up when my dad died

Sleep deprived, dignified
Sixteen feet from the finish line
When I die, I'll sacrifice
More than enough for the afterlife

At the end of the war
What's mine is yours
At the end of the war
What's mine is yours

I will kill the sun to hang the moon for us
And if that's not enough
I might be hanging tough

Going, what shall
I'll do with lies
Alive to fight some other time
By kitchen countertops
And bottles out of reach
Beneath the sink

Justify who I crucify
Testify instead of getting high
Solid gold, this heart of mine
But all you see is an appetite

At the end of the war
What's mine is yours
At the end of the war
What's mine is yours

I will kill the sun to hang the moon for us
And if that's not enough
I might be hanging tough

Panic drills
When I light the fire
Pulling faith apart this time
Panic drills
When I light the fire
Pulling faith apart this time

At the end of the war
What's mine is yours
At the end of the war
What's mine is yours

I will kill the sun to hang the moon for us
And if that's not enough
I might be hanging tough

Alive to fight some other time...