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lyrics
You got me wrong, I do declare. In sympathy. Through dust and glass. Didn’t catch your name, but I know your kind. A cheap masquerade. A loose alibi. You can count your cards and play the fool, like we ain’t seen the likes of you. You say you’ve been desperate for an enemy. You can have the worst of me.
Run along now, boy, best shy away. You went to bed with your demons, and you woke up with hell to pay to the six-tongued medicine man. He’ll trade you cyanide shivers for your best laid plans. You can pray nobody knows where you’ve been, but it takes one to spot another, and I know you for what I am. Empty mirrors won’t hide the madness. A penny for your troubles, and we’ll free the captives.
Don’t it make you weak living stitch by stitch? With every step, you show your skin. Tell another story, and let it fray into the wreckage you call your fame. Now, you can count your sorrows, and you can wear them well. It’s been a long time coming. You heard the warning bells. Now, don’t you worry. Don’t you know? We came around. We’ll show you out. We’ll watch you go.
Run along now, boy, best shy away. You went to bed with your demons, and you woke up with hell to pay to the six-tongued medicine man. He’ll trade you cyanide shivers for your best laid plans. You can pray nobody knows where you’ve been, but it takes one to spot another, and I know you for what I am. Empty mirrors won’t hide the madness. A penny for your troubles, and we’ll free the captives.
There’s a lost car burning outside the tracks. Take one last good look, cause we won’t be turning back in the old world, eye for an eye. You’re pulling at your petals while we're swinging up alive. Alive, we are the crowd. Don’t be coming here, cause you know I’ll be around in the alleys where you sweat through your swagger. We follow close still falling faster.
Run along now, boy, best shy away. You went to bed with your demons, and you woke up with hell to pay to the six-tongued medicine man. He’ll trade you cyanide shivers for your best laid plans. You can pray nobody knows where you’ve been, but it takes one to spot another, and I know you for what I am. Empty mirrors won’t hide the madness. A penny for your troubles, and we’ll free the captives.
Sparkling synthpop with an emphasis on high-wattage chords and the kind of melodies that burrow themselves deep in the brain. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 1, 2023
