The Demon of Unreality Limping Like a Dog
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We all become grifters
When we see what's left to sell
Big bucks for the sharper bayonets
False starts for the stars of failure wars
FutureBASIC lacking polymath
Lockstep with his peers' moral code
He'll burn when we black out the sun
He cut your ties off feline laser pointer headlines
Which horse you bet on doesn't matter
And there's nothing cosmic about it
So is it worth it?
Lycan, demonic under any moon
So push your weight around a little harder
Or again we succumb
For one fang doesn't shake the other's hand
There is so little of heaven and earth that you need to know, Horatio
You will cross no oceans, but retain the worst of every land
Some of you need "Death of the Author"
And the rest just death altogether
It all depends on who was born dramatic
I ran the numbers at the hospice bingo
Don't know what I thought I was looking for
The baccalaureate of the yellow-headed Amazon
But I'd rather be fed to the birds of the Esquiline
My oblivion in loose earth
It's the last chance to take a breath
The last chance to fake your death
The last chance to trade words in our cage
'Til we run out of ones we know
Ones we know
Which horse you bet on doesn't matter
And there's nothing cosmic about it
So is it worth it?
Lycan, demonic under any moon
So push your weight around a little harder
Or again we succumb
(I gotta ham this up)
All you sycophants
All you whores
Waiting and waiting to bite
Limp like a dog
Arf, arf, arf
Limp like a dog
When we see what's left to sell
Big bucks for the sharper bayonets
False starts for the stars of failure wars
FutureBASIC lacking polymath
Lockstep with his peers' moral code
He'll burn when we black out the sun
He cut your ties off feline laser pointer headlines
Which horse you bet on doesn't matter
And there's nothing cosmic about it
So is it worth it?
Lycan, demonic under any moon
So push your weight around a little harder
Or again we succumb
For one fang doesn't shake the other's hand
There is so little of heaven and earth that you need to know, Horatio
You will cross no oceans, but retain the worst of every land
Some of you need "Death of the Author"
And the rest just death altogether
It all depends on who was born dramatic
I ran the numbers at the hospice bingo
Don't know what I thought I was looking for
The baccalaureate of the yellow-headed Amazon
But I'd rather be fed to the birds of the Esquiline
My oblivion in loose earth
It's the last chance to take a breath
The last chance to fake your death
The last chance to trade words in our cage
'Til we run out of ones we know
Ones we know
Which horse you bet on doesn't matter
And there's nothing cosmic about it
So is it worth it?
Lycan, demonic under any moon
So push your weight around a little harder
Or again we succumb
(I gotta ham this up)
All you sycophants
All you whores
Waiting and waiting to bite
Limp like a dog
Arf, arf, arf
Limp like a dog
β±οΈ Synced Lyrics
[00:18.57] We all become grifters
[00:21.82] When we see what's left to sell
[00:24.74] Big bucks for the sharper bayonets
[00:27.44] False starts for the stars of failure wars
[00:31.58] FutureBASIC lacking polymath
[00:34.36] Lockstep with his peers' moral code
[00:36.89] He'll burn when we black out the sun
[00:39.34] He cut your ties off feline laser pointer headlines
[00:45.60] Which horse you bet on doesn't matter
[00:51.07] And there's nothing cosmic about it
[00:53.88] So is it worth it?
[00:55.79] Lycan, demonic under any moon
[01:01.01] So push your weight around a little harder
[01:03.83] Or again we succumb
[01:11.78] For one fang doesn't shake the other's hand
[01:17.87] There is so little of heaven and earth that you need to know, Horatio
[01:24.07] You will cross no oceans, but retain the worst of every land
[01:29.32] Some of you need "Death of the Author"
[01:32.04] And the rest just death altogether
[01:34.43] It all depends on who was born dramatic
[01:36.88] I ran the numbers at the hospice bingo
[01:50.41] Don't know what I thought I was looking for
[01:55.25] The baccalaureate of the yellow-headed Amazon
[02:01.29] But I'd rather be fed to the birds of the Esquiline
[02:06.03] My oblivion in loose earth
[02:10.10] It's the last chance to take a breath
[02:13.35] The last chance to fake your death
[02:15.76] The last chance to trade words in our cage
[02:19.81] 'Til we run out of ones we know
[02:25.58] Ones we know
[02:38.07] Which horse you bet on doesn't matter
[02:43.09] And there's nothing cosmic about it
[02:46.32] So is it worth it?
[02:48.41] Lycan, demonic under any moon
[02:53.53] So push your weight around a little harder
[02:56.69] Or again we succumb
[03:02.36] (I gotta ham this up)
[03:06.62] All you sycophants
[03:10.94] All you whores
[03:14.56] Waiting and waiting to bite
[03:18.00] Limp like a dog
[03:28.81] Arf, arf, arf
[03:39.94] Limp like a dog
[03:42.21]
[00:21.82] When we see what's left to sell
[00:24.74] Big bucks for the sharper bayonets
[00:27.44] False starts for the stars of failure wars
[00:31.58] FutureBASIC lacking polymath
[00:34.36] Lockstep with his peers' moral code
[00:36.89] He'll burn when we black out the sun
[00:39.34] He cut your ties off feline laser pointer headlines
[00:45.60] Which horse you bet on doesn't matter
[00:51.07] And there's nothing cosmic about it
[00:53.88] So is it worth it?
[00:55.79] Lycan, demonic under any moon
[01:01.01] So push your weight around a little harder
[01:03.83] Or again we succumb
[01:11.78] For one fang doesn't shake the other's hand
[01:17.87] There is so little of heaven and earth that you need to know, Horatio
[01:24.07] You will cross no oceans, but retain the worst of every land
[01:29.32] Some of you need "Death of the Author"
[01:32.04] And the rest just death altogether
[01:34.43] It all depends on who was born dramatic
[01:36.88] I ran the numbers at the hospice bingo
[01:50.41] Don't know what I thought I was looking for
[01:55.25] The baccalaureate of the yellow-headed Amazon
[02:01.29] But I'd rather be fed to the birds of the Esquiline
[02:06.03] My oblivion in loose earth
[02:10.10] It's the last chance to take a breath
[02:13.35] The last chance to fake your death
[02:15.76] The last chance to trade words in our cage
[02:19.81] 'Til we run out of ones we know
[02:25.58] Ones we know
[02:38.07] Which horse you bet on doesn't matter
[02:43.09] And there's nothing cosmic about it
[02:46.32] So is it worth it?
[02:48.41] Lycan, demonic under any moon
[02:53.53] So push your weight around a little harder
[02:56.69] Or again we succumb
[03:02.36] (I gotta ham this up)
[03:06.62] All you sycophants
[03:10.94] All you whores
[03:14.56] Waiting and waiting to bite
[03:18.00] Limp like a dog
[03:28.81] Arf, arf, arf
[03:39.94] Limp like a dog
[03:42.21]