We traveled too high (our wings were scorched by the sun) and now we're gonna die. Aww fuck we're gonna die! Let the sky fly by as terror turns itself into fun. Good thing we stayed alive to see the end through spiraled eyes.
We fit the description. Eyes blinking. I think I fell here through the ceiling for no reason. Our lips kissed the cement. Teeth bleeding. I figured out it wasn't easy not thinking.
All I wanted was to not wanna want it, o but still got it and when I got it it was just what I wanted, o then didn't want it.
Don't bother to waste it taking the taste in, the power of the unicorn horn it's fractured, escaping right into the sediment. I'll strap all the waste in give it a taste then, underneath the scenery all sinking suspicion giving way to giving in. Don't bother to waste it taking the taste in, the power of the unicorn horn it's fractured, escaping right into the sediment.
Track Name: Grenade Parade
Hey, gotta a little slither to sell. A taste you'll wanna save to fill your conscious well. Oh fall into my brittle decay. Plug end game pestilence, a death blow to the fray. O you win, there won't be escape. New master's come to play enough to steal you in. You're invited to the whole world's funeral.
Oh your thoughtless head is all we need to live.
You'll plead innocent when death is what you get.
All Hail Reptilian Warlords! They've left their hiding place. This Is For Sure Disaster! Dead set to combat/conquer space.
It's a human made grenade parade.
Don't turn away, just turn away.