Cape Cape Canaveral Go go catastrophe She?s into medicine Neck deep in therapy Where she goes I go She?s a lonely girl Down with the Dramamine Up with
When I was young I had a dream That I was floating In a submarine I steered it left and right Through darkest days and Endless evil empty nights Then
Do you remember me I am an injured soul I measure anchors deep I have no self-control I section pieces off of your most precious skin and bury deep within
I can feel it in the center of my heart I can feel it in the dark and lonely parts I can feel it in the voice that calls my name I can feel it as it
How long must I wait in the dark For the night light to tear my insides a part Out here where the fun never ends I grow holes in my heart with a bottle
So full of shit I need another hit Tattered and torn Looseleaf paraded storm Blinded by the sound of silence Someone save me, someone take me home
Seasoned Veterans of the nothing lasts Build us up then break us down Eggshells all around us If we breathe we will surely drown Seasoned Veterans of
I fall apart every time I read the surgeon's warning I fail to start every time I feel the seasons turning I will never be afraid of your faulty plays
There was cause for alarm when the girl cut her arms I believed in her words, I believed it could hurt There is doubt in her eyes like a chorus of night
I felt a neon buzz An artificial hum Across my forehead Almost didn't make it There was a chorus of men Of shiny two-time class My legs were crying
on harder than ever before? I can try my hardest, I can try no more Radio, Radio (Are You Getting This) Loud and clearly, here we are [x3] Talking: Farewell Continental
Oh, I did not see you there With that look of great despair What's the deal man, are you lost in self reflection? Does it creep beneath the skin Like
We are waiting for the guns of navarone To blow our minds and heal our wounded souls We are waiting for the chance to make amends Don't just sit there
It was a figure of speech They say you are what you eat I haven't eaten in weeks That's what you're doing to me I wasn't falling in love I was just
That satellite, it is a pretty thing, it glows really bright, it burns everything. We float like aerosol, we rupture through illuminati, We spin like
I can't explain She was tumblin' out of the sky, the sky How I love to see her smile Just like razors in the morning Comin' at ya, comin' at ya So
Slipping down into the mercury All tension disappears It's been years since I've been anywhere Anywhere but here I dedicate this anniversary Of truth
