I gotta premonition
This ain't gonna make a good album
There's too many guitars
And definitely way too many drums
And you know
All my songs about you
And you still do me wrong
It doesn't make sense to me
Baby
My discography can't be for God
I've been specific
Explicit
And vivid
Of this little image
You made me religious
I can't take it no more
This better not be
Ice cream night
Blood moon haze
Sunken cheeks on a fire escape
This moment frozen in decay
Coming through like breaking glass
Fading fast
Into the deep
Gone in darkness
While you sleep
Watch me fall
Into the void
Breaking boundaries
Getting destroyed
Flesh and bone dissolving now
As I make my final bow
I
Whoa
Ice cream night
Blood moon haze
Sunken cheeks on a fire escape
This moment frozen in decay
Coming through like breaking glass
Fading fast
Into the deep
Gone in darkness
While you sleep
Watch me fall
Into the void
Breaking boundaries
Getting destroyed
Flesh and bone dissolving now
As I make my final bow
I
Whoa