Siren of the shade, you've never known my inhuman dream.
Through a channel housed in plastic, loafers living in the blind.
Safety isn't real anymore. It's just a thing we say.
The cyclone's here if I'm not mistaken. Blow me away.
Guardian camera. A friend to blame for the blood. While his family was watching the game, he's high in the tub. Oh God, here they come. The lead-heavy pencils who erase every fall. Mounted camera on his desk, brown sugar filling up his chest. Just take it all.
*Go ahead take it from me. We'll film it all.
Safety isn't real anymore. It's just a game we play.
What makes a person more than ordinary?
Hand over me.
Memory, it was only for pretend.
Brother was calling her name. She counted to ten.
Dead leaves in the Benz.
It's only pretend.
It's only pretend.
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Siren of the shade, you've never known my inhuman dream.
Through a channel housed in plastic, loafers living in the blind.
Safety isn't real anymore. It's just a thing we say.
The cyclone's here if I'm not mistaken. Blow me away.
Guardian camera. A friend to blame for the blood. While his family was watching the game, he's high in the tub. Oh God, here they come. The lead-heavy pencils who erase every fall. Mounted camera on his desk, brown sugar filling up his chest. Just take it all.
*Go ahead take it from me. We'll film it all.
Safety isn't real anymore. It's just a game we play.
What makes a person more than ordinary?
Hand over me.
Memory, it was only for pretend.
Brother was calling her name. She counted to ten.
Dead leaves in the Benz.
It's only pretend.
It's only pretend.
Through a channel housed in plastic, loafers living in the blind.
Safety isn't real anymore. It's just a thing we say.
The cyclone's here if I'm not mistaken. Blow me away.
Guardian camera. A friend to blame for the blood. While his family was watching the game, he's high in the tub. Oh God, here they come. The lead-heavy pencils who erase every fall. Mounted camera on his desk, brown sugar filling up his chest. Just take it all.
*Go ahead take it from me. We'll film it all.
Safety isn't real anymore. It's just a game we play.
What makes a person more than ordinary?
Hand over me.
Memory, it was only for pretend.
Brother was calling her name. She counted to ten.
Dead leaves in the Benz.
It's only pretend.
It's only pretend.
Writer: TREVOR WILLIAM POWERS
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Copyright: Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY