Carry

(альбом: Death Is A Warm Blanket - 2019)

Riding the break of the death wave
Cold wind in the sails
Caught up in the foreplay
Never playing it out
You can't disappear so
You bury your head in the ground
But they'll all sit back when you go
To climb out of that hole when your heart gets cold

Our eyes will roll til they get stuck facing backwards in our heads
With a victim's boundless virtuosity
You've gotta own your flaws to loose their jaws, I'm just driving in that wedge
Cause I don't get caught with my pants around my feet

Don't do me any favors
I can take care of me
No, I don't owe anyone anything
Things are built to be broken
Thrown and piled away
The end will justify the means
Born with two wrong feet
It's what you let it be

Do you murder me in your lucid dreams? Oh god, I hope you do
And you'll plan it out in real life someday soon
I found my niche in this pile of shit, I've got nothing left to prove
But there's nothing else that I really wanna do
So this is what I do

Do you murder me in your lucid dreams? Oh god, I hope you do
And you'll plan it out in real life someday soon
I found my niche in this pile of shit, I've got nothing left to prove
But there's nothing else that I really wanna do
So this is what I do