Standard (EADGBE)

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

lalala – lalala - lalala

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

lalala – lalala - lalala

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 explosion devoted to crushing the broken

 and shoving the souls to ghost

Eternalized. Objectified.

You set your sights so high.

 But this is beginning to feel like

 the bolt busted loose from the lever

Never 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.

Your victim flies so high

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'm I.

All could be the diamond. Fused with who's next

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of

forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of

forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of

forever