Album: Bastinado
Oh God -
I feel my breathing again,
And everything's pumping back and forwards my friend,
But I can't describe how it never stops -
Everything is wrong,
Everything has to pop.
That's alright.
My head -
My face is numbing again,
All of my fingers, arms, and shoulders are drained,
But I can't refrain from the Devil's vice,
Everything's lost -
Everything has a price,
That's alright.
Expedestrians take a bow.
Expedestrians take a bow.
Expedestrians take a bow (x4)
Even though,
You think it's hardly a pain,
Going through the motions has me reeling again,
And I can't describe how the panic hurts,
Everything's wrong -
Everything goes beserk,
That's alright.
Expedestrians take a bow.
Expedestrians take a bow.
Expedestrians take a bow (x4)
Expedestrians take a bow. (x6)