Do you recall our past lives?
Do you resent our great lines?
Contorting maps in our minds.
Where do our vibrant souls go?
Where do these rapid pulses go?
They ride electrified bones.
Tonight let's become what we're meant to be,
But I've been dead for years.
Hollowed head, but void of vacancy,
Riddled with mute fears.
There's fervor in this testimony,
"We are all like balloons".
Hands are partnered in matrimony,
To cacophony...
On we march through clumsy love,
Out of sync with native drums
For future promise's hum
To make us whole.
Remember when we were cockatiels?
We drank on rooftops at night.
I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.
I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.
Remember when we stole our Glow? (I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.)
We let our hair down as blinds. (I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.)
Remember when we pronounced blood oaths? (I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.)
We cemented them in lights. (I chewed on my lips in honest nervousness.)
Now we're no more than Vulgar Skulls.
Do you recall our past lives?
Do you resent our great lines?
Contorting maps in our minds.
Where do our vibrant souls go?
Where do these rapid pulses go?
They ride electrified bones.
One silhouetted ship begins to fall from Heaven.
Sails made from your anointed sheets do beat.
Two mechanical hearts beat out of time in the stern,
Set like cogs breaking down to different beats.
And three crewmates will orchestrate
Just how the S.S. Carnality will be shipwrecked.
One silhouetted ship begins to fall from Heaven.
Sails made from your anointed sheets do beat.
Two mechanical hearts beat out of time in the stern,
Set like cogs breaking down to different beats.
And three crewmates will orchestrate
Just how the S.S. Carnality will go down, down, down...
"All hands on deck! This is the captain of your ship!
Take down the masts! Say your goodbyes with Hospital Hands!
Remove the sails! Replace with nooses to free yourselves!
My condolences, To all who carried torches for our ship."
We're going down, we're shipwrecked.
Please tell me if this is worth trying,
Sailing these static seas.
Please tell me if this is worth trying.
Gutting these flawless dreams.
Please tell me if this is worth trying,
Blaring testimonies.
All in all, we're more than this,
We are all like balloons.
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