The Premise We met under aprons of fire Outgrew our skins and let our passions perspire Love emanates like cigarette heat The telephone sings Time progress like a crescendo stuck on repeat We dwindled in and out, like movie careers The call of drunken dogs and the need for more than that's given Took you to a self-indulgent campus and away from me! We built our own empire, supported now by telephone wires And now, you martyr willingly, surrender my entity And greet your new guise We devirginized our every desire Back in our homes, housing the treasonous choir Our fading sun shone anew When you left and sang We paint a gorgeous canvas With electric pastels But then the illustrations Start to blemish and pare I saw the signs from within; The absence of your French guise The dogs ahd sunk fangs of betrayal and debauchery inside of you We built our own empire, supported now by telephone wires And now, you martyr willingly, surrender my entity And greet your new guise Well, they can't, and they won't ever come close to What I created with you, inside of bedrooms and dorms And now you've cut the phone wires that held up our empire I sing our song now, solo Expose But wait, what is this message at hand? The dogs confess about your new beloved In less time than it takes to cut wires You've in the arms of an obia You intoxicate yourself, let the hedonism swell This fucking curse is a dove's cell Only I see, the infamous grin The telephone wires fall back into the city Consolidation The city embraces me A neon caress is my melody Electric nights, my soothing melodies Progress talents, chase apathy (Wake the fuck up, history repeats itself, the only constant is change, don't give up hope, move on, I don't need to know, I don't need to know, I don't need to know, I don't need to know, I don't need to know. You fucking whore, what you make is more than that you're worth, you fucking...you don't mean shit, you liar, you fucking whore, it will be alright, time heals all wounds, don't think about it, I don't need to know, I don't need to know.) Recovery The railguns ride on cellophane
And meet under your seafoam green Your letters attack like bayonets That cut the couture from your marionettes I eat neon purple sunshine, from your grapevines Like nooses of lust Who took my diamonds from me? They shimmered so clean, And now they're rotting glass Attack your rival kingdom (yeah!) Carpet bomb your illustrious tales The scribbled fields of affection (yeah, yeah!) Devour the roots of your sick gale Tell me what you don't know. Tell me what you don't fucking know. Tell me what you don't know. Tell me what you don't fucking know. The Return I fell under ships that transpired Bought off gifts that were auctioned for hire My fare costs three false teeth My guillotine sings "My, oh my, you've changed!" Your freckles are now cheapened sex signs Your rose is now a shipwrecked blister You can't sing I made you who you are, A callous, depthless day dreamer, I've come back to say that fairy tales stay inside the books We built our own empire, supported now by telephone wires And now, you martyr willingly, surrender my entity And greet your new guise Well, they can't, and they won't ever come close to What I created with you, inside of bedrooms and doors And now you've cut the phone wires that held up our empire, I sing our song now, solo Where do my diamonds shine now? What plot twists lie ahead now?
And meet under your seafoam green Your letters attack like bayonets That cut the couture from your marionettes I eat neon purple sunshine, from your grapevines Like nooses of lust Who took my diamonds from me? They shimmered so clean, And now they're rotting glass Attack your rival kingdom (yeah!) Carpet bomb your illustrious tales The scribbled fields of affection (yeah, yeah!) Devour the roots of your sick gale Tell me what you don't know. Tell me what you don't fucking know. Tell me what you don't know. Tell me what you don't fucking know. The Return I fell under ships that transpired Bought off gifts that were auctioned for hire My fare costs three false teeth My guillotine sings "My, oh my, you've changed!" Your freckles are now cheapened sex signs Your rose is now a shipwrecked blister You can't sing I made you who you are, A callous, depthless day dreamer, I've come back to say that fairy tales stay inside the books We built our own empire, supported now by telephone wires And now, you martyr willingly, surrender my entity And greet your new guise Well, they can't, and they won't ever come close to What I created with you, inside of bedrooms and doors And now you've cut the phone wires that held up our empire, I sing our song now, solo Where do my diamonds shine now? What plot twists lie ahead now?
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