They're swarming, they're swarming like Valkyries on Valhalla.
They're swarming, they're swarming as your body lays there
complete!
Oh we are!
The truest of the vile.
The sleeping swarm buried in the past.
Sex is f*****g us.
And old resolve is
buried in the past.
When all we know will carry love alone.
And old resolve is buried in the past.
When all we know will carry
love alone be it beautiful or false.
Cut it out, cut it out.
Creating fictitious fantasies deemed as the right of passage by our
father figures who bought too highly into reflections of the young adult.
We'll figure it out, we'll figure it out, we'll stay
together, we'll stay together.
We'll work it out, we'll work it out, we'll sleep together, we'll sleep together.
And you think I'll
never change?
Even though I sleep alone?
While your getting leveled on your back with the self serving touch of man.
We'll figure
it out, we'll figure it out, we'll stay together, we'll stay together.
We'll work it out, we'll work it out, we'll stay together, we'll
stay together.
And we're dead from the midnight success.
And we're dead from the bleakest carnal sin.
So turn the light out on
the nightstand to make loveless men believe!
That vacant bodies through the next door will not hear the 'friction hips'!
You found
the right man on the wrong bed, paralyzed by who was last!
Well here he is and full of confidence because I know I broke your
heart!
Yeah get me back, it's only fair, by f*****g the memory of me out.
Yeah that's a man, but where's the history?
In the end
who really cares?
And that's my flag on the tallest mountain!
And that's my mark on the oldest friend.
Divide the divine (we are
the Golden Sky Men).
You didn't see her blood because she bled on the inside.
Are you content?
Old resolve is dead!