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Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
It’ll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
With nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone
LET'
Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Because this problem is gonna last
More than the weekend
Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die
But I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot
Or do I float through the ceiling
Or do I divide and pull apart
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
This ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?
I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine
I have decided.. I want to find someone who creates that intensity. The type of intensity that has 2 bassists, 4 guitarists, 8 singers, and 2 drummers. The type of intensity where you aren't sure whether you're going to explode, cry or just keep gasping for air. A good intensity that, no matter what is whirling around you, you keep the beat for hours after. I hope this exists. Goddamn, it has to. Today I realized I've been searching for it my entire life. Years ago I came close, but no cigar. In order to attain such a pleasantry, I must give up various things that I have held onto for so long. Correction, too long. Correction, I think they've been gone longer than I'd like to admit. I'm not quite sure where I've been, but I have an idea of where I'd like to be. Where I'm going is a whole different story, but I hope the two meet. Consistently inconsistent scenery and 4 fucking guitarists.
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
It’ll be a miracle
Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
With nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through
And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone
LET'
Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Because this problem is gonna last
More than the weekend
Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die
But I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot
Or do I float through the ceiling
Or do I divide and pull apart
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
This ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?
I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time, O Lord, to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we turn out hate in factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine
I have decided.. I want to find someone who creates that intensity. The type of intensity that has 2 bassists, 4 guitarists, 8 singers, and 2 drummers. The type of intensity where you aren't sure whether you're going to explode, cry or just keep gasping for air. A good intensity that, no matter what is whirling around you, you keep the beat for hours after. I hope this exists. Goddamn, it has to. Today I realized I've been searching for it my entire life. Years ago I came close, but no cigar. In order to attain such a pleasantry, I must give up various things that I have held onto for so long. Correction, too long. Correction, I think they've been gone longer than I'd like to admit. I'm not quite sure where I've been, but I have an idea of where I'd like to be. Where I'm going is a whole different story, but I hope the two meet. Consistently inconsistent scenery and 4 fucking guitarists.