Congratulations on the mess you made of things;

On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.

And oxidation is the compromise you own

But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved



You force your fire then you falsify your deeds

Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds

And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds

But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead



This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never

This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke



This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never

Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture and blowing the crows, the smoke



This is beginning to feel like the long winded blues of the never

Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken and shoving their souls to ghost



Eternalised. Objectified.

You set your sights so high.

But this is beginning to feel like

the bolt busted loose from the lever



Never you mind

Death professor

Your structure's fine

My dust is better

Your victim flies so high

All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next



Never you mind

Death professor.

Love is life,

My love is better.

Eyes could be the diamonds

Confused with who's next



Never you mind

Death professor.

Your shocks are fine,

My struts are better.

Your fiction flies so high,

Y'all could use a doctor

Who's sick, who's next?



Never you mind

Death professor.

Electrified, my love is better

It's crystallized, so am I.

All could be the diamond

Fused with who's next



This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever