Carry - Microwave

Riding the break of the death wave

Cold wind in the sails

Caught up in the foreplay

Never playing it out

You can’t disappear so

You bury your head in the ground

But they’ll all sit back when you go

To climb out of that hole when your heart gets cold

Our eyes will roll til they get stuck facing backwards in our heads

With a victim’s boundless virtuosity

You’ve gotta own your flaws to loose their jaws, I’m just driving in that wedge

Cause I don’t get caught with my pants around my feet

Don’t do me any favors

I can take care of me

No, I don’t owe anyone anything

Things are built to be broken

Thrown and piled away

The end will justify the means

Born with two wrong feet

It’s what you let it be

Do you murder me in your lucid dreams?

Oh god, I hope you do

And you’ll plan it out in real life someday soon

I found my niche in this pile of shit, I’ve got nothing left to prove

But there’s nothing else that I really wanna do

So this is what I do

Do you murder me in your lucid dreams?

Oh god, I hope you do

And you’ll plan it out in real life someday soon

I found my niche in this pile of shit, I’ve got nothing left to prove

But there’s nothing else that I really wanna do

So this is what I do