Squalloscope - Pando
Wearing the attire of the wolf king, which is nothing
trying to remember where we keep the knives
mapping out the way to the kitchen countertop
with all eyes shut after midnight
found a piece of evidence that i've been here before
i've been truly terrified of every single phone call
got a pill box for my demon's baby teeth
no matter the wedding dress, i'll wear them underneath
I am walking to the bloodshed to get the blood shovel
i wanna make friends with the local witch coven
if you're happy and you know it, check again
when you got enemies like us you don't need friends
don't you know i heard it through the heart line
how much longer do i wait until we're alright
got bad reception in our neck of the woods
so maybe they won't find us good
There are no monsters left under the bed
we used their bones to build the thing
stuff the mattress with bullet proof vests
and next month, just let us sleep in
and we lie here in summer, naked and laughing
in nights when we're not haunted by ghosts
fear is a business and we're self-sufficient
our love is a fresnel lens that spins and spins and spins
and spins somewhere on the coast
wearing a three-piece suit like the dude on top of the cake
wearing sequins that move like leaves
we expand like the trembling giant
gracefully, trying to get a fucking grip
i know i grow nails for a number of reasons
i know i lose faith for about the same
we claw our way out of the hunting season
we're still here and we know all their names
we slide the twine through the eye
move top to bottom and left to right
turn the foxhounds upside down
cross borders underground
we don't care 'bout no uniform or protocol
we grow on both sides of the wall
carve your names into our skins a couple of times
we don't give a shit, we just multiply
trying to remember where we keep the knives
mapping out the way to the kitchen countertop
with all eyes shut after midnight
found a piece of evidence that i've been here before
i've been truly terrified of every single phone call
got a pill box for my demon's baby teeth
no matter the wedding dress, i'll wear them underneath
I am walking to the bloodshed to get the blood shovel
i wanna make friends with the local witch coven
if you're happy and you know it, check again
when you got enemies like us you don't need friends
don't you know i heard it through the heart line
how much longer do i wait until we're alright
got bad reception in our neck of the woods
so maybe they won't find us good
There are no monsters left under the bed
we used their bones to build the thing
stuff the mattress with bullet proof vests
and next month, just let us sleep in
and we lie here in summer, naked and laughing
in nights when we're not haunted by ghosts
fear is a business and we're self-sufficient
our love is a fresnel lens that spins and spins and spins
and spins somewhere on the coast
wearing a three-piece suit like the dude on top of the cake
wearing sequins that move like leaves
we expand like the trembling giant
gracefully, trying to get a fucking grip
i know i grow nails for a number of reasons
i know i lose faith for about the same
we claw our way out of the hunting season
we're still here and we know all their names
we slide the twine through the eye
move top to bottom and left to right
turn the foxhounds upside down
cross borders underground
we don't care 'bout no uniform or protocol
we grow on both sides of the wall
carve your names into our skins a couple of times
we don't give a shit, we just multiply
Wearing the attire of the wolf king, which is nothing
trying to remember where we keep the knives
mapping out the way to the kitchen countertop
with all eyes shut after midnight
found a piece of evidence that i've been here before
i've been truly terrified of every single phone call
got a pill box for my demon's baby teeth
no matter the wedding dress, i'll wear them underneath
I am walking to the bloodshed to get the blood shovel
i wanna make friends with the local witch coven
if you're happy and you know it, check again
when you got enemies like us you don't need friends
don't you know i heard it through the heart line
how much longer do i wait until we're alright
got bad reception in our neck of the woods
so maybe they won't find us good
There are no monsters left under the bed
we used their bones to build the thing
stuff the mattress with bullet proof vests
and next month, just let us sleep in
and we lie here in summer, naked and laughing
in nights when we're not haunted by ghosts
fear is a business and we're self-sufficient
our love is a fresnel lens that spins and spins and spins
and spins somewhere on the coast
wearing a three-piece suit like the dude on top of the cake
wearing sequins that move like leaves
we expand like the trembling giant
gracefully, trying to get a fucking grip
i know i grow nails for a number of reasons
i know i lose faith for about the same
we claw our way out of the hunting season
we're still here and we know all their names
we slide the twine through the eye
move top to bottom and left to right
turn the foxhounds upside down
cross borders underground
we don't care 'bout no uniform or protocol
we grow on both sides of the wall
carve your names into our skins a couple of times
we don't give a shit, we just multiply
trying to remember where we keep the knives
mapping out the way to the kitchen countertop
with all eyes shut after midnight
found a piece of evidence that i've been here before
i've been truly terrified of every single phone call
got a pill box for my demon's baby teeth
no matter the wedding dress, i'll wear them underneath
I am walking to the bloodshed to get the blood shovel
i wanna make friends with the local witch coven
if you're happy and you know it, check again
when you got enemies like us you don't need friends
don't you know i heard it through the heart line
how much longer do i wait until we're alright
got bad reception in our neck of the woods
so maybe they won't find us good
There are no monsters left under the bed
we used their bones to build the thing
stuff the mattress with bullet proof vests
and next month, just let us sleep in
and we lie here in summer, naked and laughing
in nights when we're not haunted by ghosts
fear is a business and we're self-sufficient
our love is a fresnel lens that spins and spins and spins
and spins somewhere on the coast
wearing a three-piece suit like the dude on top of the cake
wearing sequins that move like leaves
we expand like the trembling giant
gracefully, trying to get a fucking grip
i know i grow nails for a number of reasons
i know i lose faith for about the same
we claw our way out of the hunting season
we're still here and we know all their names
we slide the twine through the eye
move top to bottom and left to right
turn the foxhounds upside down
cross borders underground
we don't care 'bout no uniform or protocol
we grow on both sides of the wall
carve your names into our skins a couple of times
we don't give a shit, we just multiply
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