Shatterday

[00:12.21] Our days are numbered 666
[00:18.47] And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
[00:24.68] Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
[00:30.36] I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
[00:36.85] Scars they cut into you
[00:39.73] Blisters rose colored hue
[00:42.94] Mayday we're going down
[00:45.90] These mescaline memories are morose
[00:49.18] Your kerosene company's comatose
[00:57.34] Our days are numbered 321
[01:03.69] When you bit the bullet
[01:06.43] I held the smoking gun
[01:09.98] Somewhere in these violent volumes
[01:15.61] I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
[01:21.96] Scars they cut into you
[01:25.15] Blisters rose colored hue
[01:28.06] Mayday we're going down
[01:31.12] These masculine memories are morose
[01:34.15] Your kerosene company's comatose
[01:38.43] And I would stick up half of my cold eye
[01:43.92] To set you on your head
[01:50.14] If I were you then I would memorize this loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting
[02:01.20] Carving out your own
[02:04.10] Scars they cut into you
[02:06.81] Blisters rose colored hue
[02:10.02] Mayday we're going down
[02:13.03] Follow we went around
[02:15.99] Scars they cut into you
[02:19.08] Blisters rose colored hue
[02:22.37] Mayday we're going down
[02:25.25] These mescaline memories are morose
[02:28.40] Your kerosene company's comatose
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