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Identity

 

Identity

(album: The Art Of Survival - 2022)


Got me for a very bad birthday
Got me as a literal son
And yes, I'm all out of time now
I've seen you came undone
I wish for bloodstain propane
Five fingers on the floor
We'll run around like strangers
Who's knocking at my door?

Who is the angel?
Who is the whore?

You sang for strangers all day
You parked up in my grave
We know you think you're perfect
You told us you've been saved
Imagine there's a future
With weapons of their mind
You know we deserve better
This hospital's a crime

Who is the angel?
Who is the whore?

Come color of the rainbow, with identity
We used to be someone, now we're nobody
We used to be someone, now we're nobody

Please keep your Buddha alive
Please keep your kids indoors
So strange, at once we're lovers
Now we're nothing at all
I waited years to find you
I'm shocked that you want more
We'll run the risk of winning
Losing is such a bore

Who is the angel?
Who is the whore?

Come color of the rainbow, with identity
We used to be someone, now we're nobody
Pull me from the wreckage, this bondage is blue
I have so many faces
Just like you, just like you

Who is the angel?
Who is the whore?

You can't kill the American Dream
We know you'll try but you can't kill me
You can't kill the American Dream

Come color of the rainbow, with identity
We used to be someone, now we're nobody
Pull me from the wreckage, this bondage is blue
I have so many faces
Just like you, just like you

Color of the rainbow (Color of the rainbow)
Bondage is blue (Bondage is blue)
Color of the rainbow (Color of the rainbow)
Bondage is blue

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