Operator Please Terminal Disease
In the black of the night
There's somethin' waiting there to ba-ba-ba-bite
There's somethin' waiting in the shadows
and they lust for you to follow
The mystery creates a fog
Not even movement's separate it
My fearful knowledge is outdated
i'll wear my brave and it's on my sleeve
Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease
Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease
I'll pull the trigger on four
It's not that hard to see you're dangerous
If I had arrows I would feel no threat
unpick the locks on five
hide in a hidden space on fire
It's really hard to see the reflection
The thoughtful thoughts oh baby forget them
cause strings and silence never mix baby
Tonight your skin is curdling white
You know you'll never ever cure it
So bite down your bottom lip
So bite down your bottom lip
And when you're feeling kinda queasy
And your eyes begin to sharpen
The moon is shining it on your path
I wear my brave it's and it's on my sleeve
Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease
Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease
