Horophones lyrics

If anyone is listening then listen to these horophones They'll save you with another kiss or kill you with another blow Chase me down the mountaintop, drown me in the tide If all good children go to heaven, then all good children die We've settled in unsettling rooms that we've been sold Settling for nothing less than all the landlord's gold We throw it down the wishing well, along with ours desires If all bad children go to hell, it's because they want the fire