Glassjaw - Everything You Ever Wanted To Know About Silence

That burning feeling.
Red liquids.
Clear liquids.
Blessed are the sick.
Children shiver in the river.
Where is our God now?
Does he watch over all in El Segundo?
He don't lie when he say,
Under.

I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine when pining away my time.
Within sin, with no redemption.
We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in, all wasted away.
When pining away my time.
All wasted away.

Blessed the sick in me.
The prey, the thrill, the chill and we are martyrs that crumble on time.
Predestination.
We'll stop upon dimes.
And he constructed us all in El Segundo,
While the shivering children pray.

I'm wasting away.
I find time to pine when pining away my time.
Within sin.
No redemption.
We will find our souls and the shells they're kept in, all wasted away.
All wasted away.

Demons in,
demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.

All wasted away.

Beggars wed choosers.
Red sheets.
Bed sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.

I feel a roar having just been mugged.
I wait for you having just been mugged.
I feel a roar having just been mugged.

In the sun, I got this for you.
It's under my finger nails.
I brought this for you.
It's typically Sunday.
And I got this for you.
it's under my finger nails.
And I brought it for you..

Demons in,
Demons out.
Cry for dawn.
Gratis.
Bored.
I'm the matador of the children's ward.

All wasted away.

Beggars wed choosers.
Bed sheets.
Red sheets.
Boozers.
I'm the head fan.
Blessed be my bed pan.

All wasted away.

I'm digging a hole. (x2)
This is what it's like to be alone. (X2)
*You dont need another one do you? Nope.*

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