Shatterday

[00:11.61] Our days are numbered 666
[00:17.17] And I'll begin the countdown by calling off the circus
[00:23.41] Somewhere in these cryptic scriptures
[00:29.72] I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
[00:35.24] Scars they cut into you
[00:38.85] Blisters rose colored hue
[00:41.51] Mayday we're going down
[00:44.25] These mescaline memories are morose
[00:47.98] Your kerosene company's comatose
[00:56.03] Our days are numbered 321
[01:01.46] When you bit the bullet
[01:04.15] I held the smoking gun
[01:07.89] Somewhere in these violent volumes
[01:13.22] I'll find myself drifting in a sky full of
[01:19.56] Scars they cut into you
[01:22.27] Blisters rose colored hue
[01:26.05] Mayday we're going down
[01:29.76] These masculine memories are morose
[01:31.50] Your kerosene company's comatose
[01:36.07] And I would stick up half of my cold eye
[01:40.63] To set you on your head
[01:46.90] If I were you then I would memorize this loose lipped lullaby instead of waiting
[01:57.77] Carving out your own
[02:01.35] Scars they cut into you
[02:04.12] Blisters rose colored hue
[02:06.80] Mayday we're going down
[02:09.55] Follow we went around
[02:12.31] Scars they cut into you
[02:15.97] Blisters rose colored hue
[02:18.62] Mayday we're going down
[02:24.26] These mescaline memories are morose
[02:27.88] Your kerosene company's comatose
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