Guest House - Sidewalker Lyrics

We're gonna f*cking die

There's a carnival of idiots
Preaching lies through your TV screen
They know something more they don't want us to know
They'll lie just to keep us at ease
The only thing left is my coffee breath
And the word on the underground
They'll run us in circles and they'll tie us up
Oh Lord, it's a long way down

Stay up late with the people I hate
A hostage in my own house
All these things I don't appreciate
Lord, I want it to go down

There's a carnival of idiots
Got the sheep begging on their knees
My eyes are sore, I don't know anymore
They're lyin' saying what they please
The only thing left is the treble clef
And the thrum of a minor C
I love that feeling when my ears start to pound
Oh God, it's a wonderful sound

Stay up late with the people I hate
A hostage in my own house
All these things I don't appreciate
Lord, I want it to go down