Cold as the stuff you think
Every ship will find a way to sink
Stay clear of the living room frontier
Your enemy's under the chandelier
Sick of waiting for the first attack
Having to constantly watch my back
This will never end and that's the curse
The red button woul

It's open season on the ones who lost their reason
An eye for an eye they all have to die
The bone's been tossed and I'm the retriever
I've had my times of doubt but I'm still a believer
They don't know where I'm coming from

I'm a dog with dirty tricks
I'll do anything

This is the road that I see
When I close my eyes
And it looks just like a river
I drift to deliver
Tricky words, torn between
Hypocrisy and truth
But my ride still drifts in devotion
To the endless ocean
In your eyes

Remember when you told me how
I could

Your naked arms
Float to the loins
And over the barricades
That God built in protection for his boys.
But I gave up
Gave up your ghost
I would rather be powerless
Now that I have seen beyond this post

Show me your teeth
Use all of your charm
It don't see

This lake is deeper than forever
Many have tried but most get lost out there
Summon all your courage if you got some
Step on the crack and know the ice will break
Then take the fractures and plaster them on your face
Like pieces of the moon
Like pieces of the moon

I

Look at these runes
My appeal, my excuse
My remedial prayer
A soft language drug
Designed to make up
For what we lost on the way
Close your eyes now honey bunny

Take the syringe in your hand
And draw what you can
From my opiate voice
Then give it back to

Hold og blóð
Að moldu skaltu verða
Víga móð
Allt skal fá að brenna

Sviðin jörð
Gleypir hina bestu
Sviðin jörð
Drepur allt að mestu

Sársaukin
Dregur úr mér andan
þÍna skál
Teyga svarta sanda

Svo langt sem augað nær
Fennir yfir engi
Svo

Paper birds
Majestic and beautiful
Float around, on the ground
Like questions that no one dared to ask
And I pray
Their headlined wings will carry them
All the way to your place
And sing what my songs could
Never say

When we where young
Armed with easy c

44 Pictures in a frame
They all look kinda the same
But I'm not there
I'm not there anymore
I'm not there

Wiped out everything
We build out wasted or spilled
Lift my eyes up to the hills
But we're not there
We don't live there anymore
We're not there

I soak you up like sponge
I'm full of ghosts like anyone
But there is this thing I have
A gift a curse a yellow flower
They see me as they wanna see
I get so sick of trying to be
All that they expect of me
The bridge the light the statue of liberty

Just wanna tu