Blue Sky Black Death Call To Arms
Wake me up radio, wake me up forecaster Be still my heart, what's this new disaster? My main muse is self-eradication We all need inspiration, don't we?
Your misfortune is my winning card Your new disaster is my call to arms
I make my cold calls strictly after hours I'm proud to serve with my flock of scavengers and fellow cowards, suit up Boldly battling market saturation With no standing ovation for me
Your unknown is at my home address When you're displaced is when I come to collect I like a good wreck, what can I say?
I'm the looter at your uprising I live and breathe silver lining I'm the pickpocket improvising in the crowd
