Congratulations on the mess you made of things;
 On trying to [bad word] the air and all that brings.
 And oxidation is [bad word] you own
 But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones 
 saved

 You force your fire then you falsify your deeds
 Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds
 And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds
 But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead

 This is beginning to feel like the long 
 winded blues of the never
 This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly 
 and finding a throat to choke

 This is beginning to feel like the long 
 winded blues of the never
 Barely controlled [bad word] consuming the picture 
 and blowing the crows, the smoke

 This is beginning to feel like the long 
 winded blues of the never
 Static eplosion devoted to [bad word] the broken 
 and shoving their souls to ghost

 Eternalised. Objectified.
 You set your sights so high.
 But this is beginning to feel like
 the bolt busted loose from the lever

 Never you mind
 Death professor
 Your [bad word] #39;s fine
 My dust is better
 Your victim flies so high
 All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

 Never you mind
 Death professor.
 Love is life,
 My love is better.
 Eyes could be the diamonds
 Confused with who's next

 Never you mind
 Death professor.
 Your shocks are fine,
 My [bad word] are better.
 Your fiction flies so high,
 Y'all could use a doctor
 Who's sick, who's next?

 Never you mind
 Death professor.
 Electrified, my love is better
 It's crystallized, so'm I.
 All could be the diamond
 Fused with who's next

 This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

 This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever

 This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever