So Says I
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An address to the golden door
I was strumming on a stone again
Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
When hatched a tragic opera in my mind
And it told of a new design
In which every soul is duty bound
To uphold all the statues of boredom
Therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
'Cause it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
Our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
And 'cause it made no money
Nobody saved no one's life this time
So we burned all our uniforms
And let nature take its course again
And the big ones just eat all the little ones
That sends us back to the drawing board
In our darkest hours
We have all asked for some
Angel to come
Sprinkle his dust all around
But all our crying voices, they can't turn it around
You've had some crazy conversations of your own
We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs
But we still can't just behave ourselves
Even if to save our own lives
So says I
We are a brutal kind
'Cause this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
'Cause if it makes them money
They might just give you life this time
I was strumming on a stone again
Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
When hatched a tragic opera in my mind
And it told of a new design
In which every soul is duty bound
To uphold all the statues of boredom
Therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
'Cause it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
Our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
And 'cause it made no money
Nobody saved no one's life this time
So we burned all our uniforms
And let nature take its course again
And the big ones just eat all the little ones
That sends us back to the drawing board
In our darkest hours
We have all asked for some
Angel to come
Sprinkle his dust all around
But all our crying voices, they can't turn it around
You've had some crazy conversations of your own
We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs
But we still can't just behave ourselves
Even if to save our own lives
So says I
We are a brutal kind
'Cause this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
'Cause if it makes them money
They might just give you life this time
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:06.28] An address to the golden door
[00:09.44] I was strumming on a stone again
[00:12.72] Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
[00:15.98] When hatched a tragic opera in my mind
[00:19.13] And it told of a new design
[00:22.13] In which every soul is duty bound
[00:25.45] To uphold all the statues of boredom
[00:29.86] Therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
[00:32.57] 'Cause it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
[00:35.19] Our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
[00:38.49] And 'cause it made no money
[00:40.92] Nobody saved no one's life this time
[00:46.53] So we burned all our uniforms
[00:50.39] And let nature take its course again
[00:53.28] And the big ones just eat all the little ones
[00:57.31] That sends us back to the drawing board
[01:11.80] In our darkest hours
[01:14.57] We have all asked for some
[01:17.23] Angel to come
[01:20.77] Sprinkle his dust all around
[01:23.73] But all our crying voices, they can't turn it around
[01:30.56] You've had some crazy conversations of your own
[01:45.45] We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs
[01:49.58] But we still can't just behave ourselves
[01:52.97] Even if to save our own lives
[01:56.56] So says I
[01:57.17] We are a brutal kind
[02:09.87] 'Cause this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
[02:15.32] Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
[02:19.02] 'Cause if it makes them money
[02:20.76] They might just give you life this time
[02:29.94]
[00:09.44] I was strumming on a stone again
[00:12.72] Pulling teeth from the pimps of gore
[00:15.98] When hatched a tragic opera in my mind
[00:19.13] And it told of a new design
[00:22.13] In which every soul is duty bound
[00:25.45] To uphold all the statues of boredom
[00:29.86] Therein lies the fatal flaw of the red age
[00:32.57] 'Cause it was nothing like we'd ever dreamt
[00:35.19] Our lust for life had gone away with the rent we hated
[00:38.49] And 'cause it made no money
[00:40.92] Nobody saved no one's life this time
[00:46.53] So we burned all our uniforms
[00:50.39] And let nature take its course again
[00:53.28] And the big ones just eat all the little ones
[00:57.31] That sends us back to the drawing board
[01:11.80] In our darkest hours
[01:14.57] We have all asked for some
[01:17.23] Angel to come
[01:20.77] Sprinkle his dust all around
[01:23.73] But all our crying voices, they can't turn it around
[01:30.56] You've had some crazy conversations of your own
[01:45.45] We've got rules and maps and guns in our backs
[01:49.58] But we still can't just behave ourselves
[01:52.97] Even if to save our own lives
[01:56.56] So says I
[01:57.17] We are a brutal kind
[02:09.87] 'Cause this is nothing like we'd ever dreamt
[02:15.32] Tell Sir Thomas More we've got another failed attempt
[02:19.02] 'Cause if it makes them money
[02:20.76] They might just give you life this time
[02:29.94]