And so you stare into the abyss To find the feathers from your empty pillow slip 'Cause you were born to be a catfish Within the boundaries of the brine we coexist
Before I saturate my sorrow I slice and separate the sequence frame by frame To trace the footsteps I once followed We're distant chromosomes that live in the same vein
Go throw your money at a dead horse Keep up the masquerade Your beaten track lead me to a closed door Now I'm laying on your waterboard
Go throw your money at a dead horse Keep up the masquerade Your beaten track lead me to a closed door So don't expect a curtain call
And when you dragged me to the gallows Along the thoroughfares we bent the blind alleys The clouds concealed us in their shadows Till they collapsed and slowly drowned our levity
Go throw your money at a dead horse Keep up the masquerade Your beaten track lead me to a closed door Now I'm laying on your waterboard
Go throw your money at a dead horse Keep up the masquerade Your beaten track lead me to a closed door So don't expect a curtain callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
