Eyes closed No one starts out as bad We just end up there Detour on the long drive To our better selves This scenery feels familiar There’s a sense of return Lighting this car down the block And we move into the house at the end of the street That everyone forgot We change the locks like we’re casting protective spells We tell the new neighbors we keep science fiction and self-help books on the shelves Everyone needs a witness for the bad luck Down and out there the burden of truth We are patiently waiting for our final forms to take shape We are punching desperately to get into our own tombs I have faith in the process of our slow decay And I have faith that the worms will welcome us in our graves No one will believe we’re evil if we say we aren’t Even deception can be a work of art Even monsters can be blessed with creativity
Eyes closed
No one starts out as bad
We just end up there
Detour on the long drive
To our better selves
This scenery feels familiar
There’s a sense of return
Lighting this car
down the block
And we move into the house at the end of the street
That everyone forgot
We change the locks like we’re casting protective spells
We tell the new neighbors we keep science fiction and self-help books on the shelves
Everyone needs a witness for the bad luck
Down and out there the burden of truth
We are patiently waiting for our final forms to take shape
We are punching desperately to get into our own tombs
I have faith in the process of our slow decay
And I have faith that the worms will welcome us in our graves
No one will believe we’re evil if we say we aren’t
Even deception can be a work of art
Even monsters can be blessed with creativity
Dope
This is so cool that I will run a comb through my hair