Paroles de Cobra Winfrey

Tonight we go to lovers leap Only loving those who smoke Asking father for forgiveness Killing every blanket of certainty Shouting: Please, I called upon your angels They couldn't even answer, I sat on the line This is what I want to feel! The sound of glass! (They say what you wanna hear) Sing the brittle hymn, be filled with eternal light! A student of your own safety, ever changing Tonight we take the lovers sleep (Make up the goddam dinner table) Blood splatter would reveal me (Sing the brittle hymn) Killer of all my certainty (Draw the cocaine star) On the black ice Lead us not into over-complication Trash talking to the non-existent camera My half-cocked journalistic endeavors My black helicopters and CIA scanners It's 1 to 2 over under on the drama queen Laying on their floor, trying to sleep until Thursday when they wake up fine Sending life-ending shit through a screen and a smile You can leave me on the line with a blank You can leave me on the tile floor And you can say there's so much hell here But you don't know the fucking half There's so much hell here