Hella World Series
The sun and the moon have burned each other out to soon.
So sell me some doom,
because I’m the only eyes wide open in the room.
Undress the truth so I can have the feeling that it has
been used.
Alone you sit.
Your heart bleeds quiet.
You seem afraid.
Loose lips sink ships!
You have no grip.
Don't you know, you're gonna die die die all alone.
The look on your face has been making me lose sleep for
days.
Asleep in the haze in the middle of where everything is
gray.
The games that we play are gonna be the death of us
someway... somehow.
And I've been told about how the dawning of the hours is
finally here.
I could sing out loud if only the mighty and proud would
all just disappear.
Did someone open an undertow?
Or is this drowning feeling typical?
It isn't really who you know.
Its how blatantly artistic your completely hypocritical.
Don't you know you're gonna die die die all alone.
Let this fire cover your vision for disintegration is a
gift
(this is a supernatural pandemic)
