Artist: At the Drive-In
Song: cosmonaut
We sample from the shelves tore a page out of this chapter
Deface the essays in the book that you're reading
We are the leaches that stop the bleeding
Deficit attention program by any means necessary
Blare sirens to the library
Whisper instructions to the book-wormed glossary
Is it heavier than air?
Tell us, is the black box lying?
Is it heavier than air?
Tell us, is the black box lying?
Aeronautics hacked the spine of paragraphs
Prepare to indent, a coma that read, floating in a soundproof costume
Here comes the monolith brass knuckles for the hissie fit
An abbreviation for the landing of fleets in-in-incoming
Is it heavier than air?
Tell us, is the black box lying?
Is it heavier than air?
Tell us, is the black box lying?
[Incomprehensible]
Position the stitches like miles of torpedoes
Permission was hinted, lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold
[Incomprehensible]
Is it heavier than air?
(Am I supposed to die alone?)
Is it heavier than air?
Is it heavier than air?
(Am I supposed to die alone?)
Is it heavier than air?
Come on [Incomprehensible]
Position the stitches like miles of torpedoes
Permission was hinted, lungs that hollered in a sleeper hold
(Am I supposed to die alone?)
Position the stitches like miles of torpedoes
