This Is Only A Test (The Tornado)
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โฑ๏ธ 7:01 duration
๐ ID: 923093
๐ Lyrics
Hara-kiri, kids, come kill yourself
Slice your throats and spurt the blood
Paint a wall cloud weather cell
A vortex of self
Put your tongue in the mouth of the old funnel cloud, Adel
And I have become pregnant with myself
Bloated bellies distended out like corpses sweat and swell
We fucked ourselves
Let our thighs fall to each side of the cyclone they sell
No pie graphs or charts to speak of
No slogans for the repeating
No silver bullet was shot
No hand over heart, no X marks the spot
No catchphrase for stars a-feignin'
No big letter writing campaign
No fanfare fills up the room
No interviews, no big kaboom
The fruit is falling 'cause the tree is rotting, my dear
You were a good mare for the state
But you're no longer needed here
Go back to your coup
I will chop off my head as an act of contrition for you
I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
When the shit goes down, we're gonna turn this thing around
I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
Everybody now, we're gonna turn this thing around
So I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
If it will touch down, we're gonna turn this thing around
I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
Everybody now, everybody now!
The whistling, winding trees, the boiling of the seas
We know what you are
The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
We know what you are, we know what you are
The whistling, winding trees, the buzz of a billion bees
We know what you are
The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
We know what you are, we know what you are
Slice your throats and spurt the blood
Paint a wall cloud weather cell
A vortex of self
Put your tongue in the mouth of the old funnel cloud, Adel
And I have become pregnant with myself
Bloated bellies distended out like corpses sweat and swell
We fucked ourselves
Let our thighs fall to each side of the cyclone they sell
No pie graphs or charts to speak of
No slogans for the repeating
No silver bullet was shot
No hand over heart, no X marks the spot
No catchphrase for stars a-feignin'
No big letter writing campaign
No fanfare fills up the room
No interviews, no big kaboom
The fruit is falling 'cause the tree is rotting, my dear
You were a good mare for the state
But you're no longer needed here
Go back to your coup
I will chop off my head as an act of contrition for you
I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
When the shit goes down, we're gonna turn this thing around
I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
Everybody now, we're gonna turn this thing around
So I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
If it will touch down, we're gonna turn this thing around
I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
Everybody now, everybody now!
The whistling, winding trees, the boiling of the seas
We know what you are
The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
We know what you are, we know what you are
The whistling, winding trees, the buzz of a billion bees
We know what you are
The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
We know what you are, we know what you are
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:36.57] Hara-kiri, kids, come kill yourself
[00:42.66] Slice your throats and spurt the blood
[00:45.55] Paint a wall cloud weather cell
[00:48.17] A vortex of self
[00:51.81] Put your tongue in the mouth of the old funnel cloud, Adel
[01:01.67] And I have become pregnant with myself
[01:07.98] Bloated bellies distended out like corpses sweat and swell
[01:13.36] We fucked ourselves
[01:17.06] Let our thighs fall to each side of the cyclone they sell
[01:27.23] No pie graphs or charts to speak of
[01:30.55] No slogans for the repeating
[01:33.71] No silver bullet was shot
[01:36.38] No hand over heart, no X marks the spot
[01:40.04] No catchphrase for stars a-feignin'
[01:43.09] No big letter writing campaign
[01:46.44] No fanfare fills up the room
[01:49.09] No interviews, no big kaboom
[01:52.61]
[02:17.21] The fruit is falling 'cause the tree is rotting, my dear
[02:23.37] You were a good mare for the state
[02:26.45] But you're no longer needed here
[02:29.16] Go back to your coup
[02:32.73] I will chop off my head as an act of contrition for you
[02:44.25] I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
[02:50.83] When the shit goes down, we're gonna turn this thing around
[02:57.02] I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
[03:03.35] Everybody now, we're gonna turn this thing around
[03:09.68]
[04:00.00] So I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
[04:06.61] If it will touch down, we're gonna turn this thing around
[04:12.41] I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
[04:19.12] Everybody now, everybody now!
[04:25.94] The whistling, winding trees, the boiling of the seas
[04:32.09] We know what you are
[04:38.68] The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
[04:44.78] We know what you are, we know what you are
[04:50.30]
[05:29.15] The whistling, winding trees, the buzz of a billion bees
[05:35.21] We know what you are
[05:41.94] The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
[05:48.05] We know what you are, we know what you are
[05:54.26]
[00:42.66] Slice your throats and spurt the blood
[00:45.55] Paint a wall cloud weather cell
[00:48.17] A vortex of self
[00:51.81] Put your tongue in the mouth of the old funnel cloud, Adel
[01:01.67] And I have become pregnant with myself
[01:07.98] Bloated bellies distended out like corpses sweat and swell
[01:13.36] We fucked ourselves
[01:17.06] Let our thighs fall to each side of the cyclone they sell
[01:27.23] No pie graphs or charts to speak of
[01:30.55] No slogans for the repeating
[01:33.71] No silver bullet was shot
[01:36.38] No hand over heart, no X marks the spot
[01:40.04] No catchphrase for stars a-feignin'
[01:43.09] No big letter writing campaign
[01:46.44] No fanfare fills up the room
[01:49.09] No interviews, no big kaboom
[01:52.61]
[02:17.21] The fruit is falling 'cause the tree is rotting, my dear
[02:23.37] You were a good mare for the state
[02:26.45] But you're no longer needed here
[02:29.16] Go back to your coup
[02:32.73] I will chop off my head as an act of contrition for you
[02:44.25] I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
[02:50.83] When the shit goes down, we're gonna turn this thing around
[02:57.02] I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
[03:03.35] Everybody now, we're gonna turn this thing around
[03:09.68]
[04:00.00] So I sleep in my clothes, 'cause nobody knows
[04:06.61] If it will touch down, we're gonna turn this thing around
[04:12.41] I'll keep tying my shoes, there's no telling when you
[04:19.12] Everybody now, everybody now!
[04:25.94] The whistling, winding trees, the boiling of the seas
[04:32.09] We know what you are
[04:38.68] The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
[04:44.78] We know what you are, we know what you are
[04:50.30]
[05:29.15] The whistling, winding trees, the buzz of a billion bees
[05:35.21] We know what you are
[05:41.94] The hum of coming trains, the connection we can't maintain
[05:48.05] We know what you are, we know what you are
[05:54.26]