Canary

You can't make me believe what I don't

I can breathe through the pen in my throat

I don't fear the pit, I will float

Ooh

Don't wanna say the quiet part out loud

But we're not profound, we're just meat

Ooh

Think you've been talking to the modern world

But, my friend, I heard your scream

Oh, canary, canary, canary

Under the ground

Canary, canary, canary

Under the ground

(Under the ground, under the ground)

I don't think it's a trick of the light (heed my warning)

No more dreaming in black and white (heed my warning)

All I want is to brutalise (heed my warning)

Ooh

I hear the drumming of the hell-kite priest

On my bones they feast, but that's fine

Ooh

I've got these rifles for my arms and legs

And I've laid in bed enough time

Oh, canary, canary, canary

Under the ground

Canary, canary, canary

Under the ground

(Under the ground, under)

(Under the ground, oh)

I don't think it's a trick

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Under the ground