golden antlers
๐ต 913 characters
โฑ๏ธ 4:54 duration
๐ ID: 13609708
๐ Lyrics
Look at this poor boy, all dressed up in white
Now how can he smile with a face of all eyes?
He wonders the night through sneers and words snide
Spinning 'round and 'round his precious mind like dizzy, neon lights
Can anybody find out any other way?
It's choking up his throat now
And dripping out his mouth
Like liquefied and dying sparks
Like burning butterflies
These creatures are vampires
They're killing by the night
They're falling from the dead trees
To silhouette your life
He sees this white face, brains limp grey and cold
Trees grows in their throats and crystals ignored
His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke
Look through the holes in his eyes and see his red, righteous soul
Can anybody find out any other way?
It's choking up his throat now
And dripping out his mouth
These creatures are vampires
They're killing by the night
They're hanging from the dead trees
Like burning butterflies
Now how can he smile with a face of all eyes?
He wonders the night through sneers and words snide
Spinning 'round and 'round his precious mind like dizzy, neon lights
Can anybody find out any other way?
It's choking up his throat now
And dripping out his mouth
Like liquefied and dying sparks
Like burning butterflies
These creatures are vampires
They're killing by the night
They're falling from the dead trees
To silhouette your life
He sees this white face, brains limp grey and cold
Trees grows in their throats and crystals ignored
His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke
Look through the holes in his eyes and see his red, righteous soul
Can anybody find out any other way?
It's choking up his throat now
And dripping out his mouth
These creatures are vampires
They're killing by the night
They're hanging from the dead trees
Like burning butterflies
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[01:14.15] Look at this poor boy, all dressed up in white
[01:21.01] Now how can he smile with a face of all eyes?
[01:28.12] He wonders the night through sneers and words snide
[01:34.72] Spinning 'round and 'round his precious mind like dizzy, neon lights
[01:42.25]
[01:47.05] Can anybody find out any other way?
[01:54.82] It's choking up his throat now
[01:58.16] And dripping out his mouth
[02:01.70] Like liquefied and dying sparks
[02:05.19] Like burning butterflies
[02:08.35] These creatures are vampires
[02:15.38] They're killing by the night
[02:20.59] They're falling from the dead trees
[02:25.66] To silhouette your life
[02:33.10]
[02:58.94] He sees this white face, brains limp grey and cold
[03:05.74] Trees grows in their throats and crystals ignored
[03:12.64] His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke
[03:19.34] Look through the holes in his eyes and see his red, righteous soul
[03:29.48] Can anybody find out any other way?
[03:38.64] It's choking up his throat now
[03:42.81] And dripping out his mouth
[03:46.17] These creatures are vampires
[03:51.32] They're killing by the night
[03:56.52] They're hanging from the dead trees
[04:01.64] Like burning butterflies
[04:04.72]
[01:21.01] Now how can he smile with a face of all eyes?
[01:28.12] He wonders the night through sneers and words snide
[01:34.72] Spinning 'round and 'round his precious mind like dizzy, neon lights
[01:42.25]
[01:47.05] Can anybody find out any other way?
[01:54.82] It's choking up his throat now
[01:58.16] And dripping out his mouth
[02:01.70] Like liquefied and dying sparks
[02:05.19] Like burning butterflies
[02:08.35] These creatures are vampires
[02:15.38] They're killing by the night
[02:20.59] They're falling from the dead trees
[02:25.66] To silhouette your life
[02:33.10]
[02:58.94] He sees this white face, brains limp grey and cold
[03:05.74] Trees grows in their throats and crystals ignored
[03:12.64] His cellophane mask has filled up with smoke
[03:19.34] Look through the holes in his eyes and see his red, righteous soul
[03:29.48] Can anybody find out any other way?
[03:38.64] It's choking up his throat now
[03:42.81] And dripping out his mouth
[03:46.17] These creatures are vampires
[03:51.32] They're killing by the night
[03:56.52] They're hanging from the dead trees
[04:01.64] Like burning butterflies
[04:04.72]