Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves
Our orbits are collapsing upon themselves
From that high and now we're looking for more
We came down, down, down
Aim the mast at the ground
Though we try and try and try
We're passed around, around, around
That runs between fashion and guilt
And we are uninterrupted by the majesty of it all
That runs between fashion and guilt
We're so full of shit
Is winding tighter around the heart
'Til death do we rock?
'Til death do we rock?
In the way we bring each other down
We were oh so close to the start when they finished us
The closed circuit of stimulus
You keep buying it
You're still buying it
'Til death do we rock?
We're parasites, we are delicate
Where we're sucking the blood from the necks of guitars
'Til death do we rock?
But we stand in the traffic indifferent
We're retreating into the vogue
Like the currency of the friendless roads
Aim the mast at the ground
Isn't big enough for the both of us
'Til death do we rock?
One trick pony and the parlor
Is winding tighter around the heart
But we remember the words
We're so full of shit
That piled up behind the bar
You keep buying it
Beg for the scraps of prose
You're so full of shit
The closed circuit of stimulus
We're bloodless now
We get the melodies wrong
'Til death do we rock?
And sail us to the belly of the whale
