My world, is on fire, there's a population suffering from burning regret
I know, it won't get any better, you take your chances when you get em and just hope for the best
My friend, Joanna, wears a crucifix tied tight right round her neck,
I won't see you when you get there, but I hope when you get there it's everything you expect.
And I don't seek damnation
But there's no retribution in destinations unknown,
I see em coming, running ideas round in my head and I say oh no,
I see em coming, selling discount hope to the day of the dead
My world, inebriated, with illusions of dependence and conflicting point of view
Dead end stories pave the road to nowhere, inflicted with a sickness, scared to see the truth
Uptight, frustrated, I been chewing at my fingers while my teeth grind to the gums
Late night, reconciliation, alternative opinions re-located underground.
And I don't seek damnation
But there's no retribution in destinations unknown,
I see em coming, running ideas round in my head and I say oh no,
I see em coming, selling discount hope to the day of the dead
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My world, is on fire, there's a population suffering from burning regret
I know, it won't get any better, you take your chances when you get em and just hope for the best
My friend, Joanna, wears a crucifix tied tight right round her neck,
I won't see you when you get there, but I hope when you get there it's everything you expect.
And I don't seek damnation
But there's no retribution in destinations unknown,
I see em coming, running ideas round in my head and I say oh no,
I see em coming, selling discount hope to the day of the dead
My world, inebriated, with illusions of dependence and conflicting point of view
Dead end stories pave the road to nowhere, inflicted with a sickness, scared to see the truth
Uptight, frustrated, I been chewing at my fingers while my teeth grind to the gums
Late night, reconciliation, alternative opinions re-located underground.
And I don't seek damnation
But there's no retribution in destinations unknown,
I see em coming, running ideas round in my head and I say oh no,
I see em coming, selling discount hope to the day of the dead
I know, it won't get any better, you take your chances when you get em and just hope for the best
My friend, Joanna, wears a crucifix tied tight right round her neck,
I won't see you when you get there, but I hope when you get there it's everything you expect.
And I don't seek damnation
But there's no retribution in destinations unknown,
I see em coming, running ideas round in my head and I say oh no,
I see em coming, selling discount hope to the day of the dead
My world, inebriated, with illusions of dependence and conflicting point of view
Dead end stories pave the road to nowhere, inflicted with a sickness, scared to see the truth
Uptight, frustrated, I been chewing at my fingers while my teeth grind to the gums
Late night, reconciliation, alternative opinions re-located underground.
And I don't seek damnation
But there's no retribution in destinations unknown,
I see em coming, running ideas round in my head and I say oh no,
I see em coming, selling discount hope to the day of the dead