Find your way home
Fly away, but not too close to the sun
Find your way home
Fly away, but not too close to the sun
Heed my words if you should ever dare speak a word
The dissonance, and ignorance will drown you out with cigarettes.
My mind goes cold from all the ways I'm increasing the putrid waste
That crawls from the base of my skull and collect itself upon the floor
Listen and the dissonance will find the light in front of you
Listen and just take it in, a swig of gin to lighten the mood
Listen and the dissonance will find the light in front of you
Listen and just take it in, a swig of gin to lighten the mood
Listen and the dissonance will find the light in front of you
Listen and just take it in, a swig of gin to lighten the mood