Crown - Birds Of Tokyo

Pour milk into my mouth, a form is clear

I’ve been feeding from the drip

Don’t wake me if I’m wrong, I’m happy here

afloat in intravenous sick

Hope, was it always hope?

Was it always, something that you can lean on

I don’t see the fucking joke, coz underneath it,

is the truth we believe in

Chances are we’re already dead and we’re lying to ourselves again

Trying to visualize the end and repeat it, believe it

We’re dead,

a crown is worth nothing

a crown is worth nothing

Drunk on velvet chemicals,

impressions are rarely sober or awake,

I dream, I wake up, dream again

it’s hard to tell

what is real and what is fake

Hope, was it always hope?

if this is fiction, does it end with a punchline?

I don’t see the fucking joke, coz underneath it

is the dream we believe in

Chances are we’re already dead and we’re lying to ourselves again

Try to visualize the end and repeat it, believe it

We’re dead,

a crown is worth nothing

a crown is worth nothing

Curious to know what we do next,

now that it’s over

Foolish to think God would save our necks,

now that it’s over

We’re dead

now that it’s over

now that it’s over

We’re dead

now that it’s over

now that it’s over

Hanging by the lies that we’ve been fed

Victims of the promises unkept

Blinded by the scriptures we have read

Now that it’s over, we’re dead

A crown is worth nothing

a crown is worth nothing

We’re dead

A crown is worth nothing

a crown is worth nothing