Letras
You feel it all around
You've torn your ins and outs
But what's left to be seen
You've reached a higher brow
A saddled even crown
A thankless scenery
The brood is finer now
Reformed, privileged frown
A critique of apathy
We've killed the gods and how
We let them bleed it out
As you slip through the door and hear
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
A jugular cut down
Your voice is gone for now
A new form of thievery
What's lost cannot be found
Never the guard is down
A teenage fever dream
You've given up and how
It's long before now
You realize what we've seen
The gods are dead and loud
We bathe in their blood gown
As you slip through the door and hear
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No
No, No, No, No