Is there scandal on these airwaves

There's ice on your teeth


There's water on the streets

It's not enough to keep me strong

It's not enough to keep me strong



Our side is a fucking wasteland

(His tongue touches the roof of my mouth)

But your side is just a mall

(Stethoscopes tap to the vertigo)

And in-between it's a fucking movie

(In the open sky he feels like a mouse)

And the joke is on us all

(Polaroid bouquets on the blue alter)



I'm sick of my weight

(This room just keeps spinning he can't ignore)

Against this chair

A spinning room that he just can't ignore

(Faces painted in a golden tint)

(Faces painted in a golden tint)



And when the smoke clears

Fall back upon them

And in the wall's gears

There will be a concept

And if the shadows

Don't stop the service

And then we all know



White coals in my head

Nailed to the walls of the blue alter

White coals in my head

Nailed to the walls of the blue alter

White coals in my head

Nailed to the walls of the blue alter

White coals



Is there scandal on these airwaves

There's ice on your teeth

There's water on the streets

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