Head on a Swivel
Any moment now. . . disappearing
I'll be one of the ones that disappears
Clampdowns live-tweeted from 50 or so separate vantage points
I file that away
You can understand the density of the mirrors
With their polyglot temperatures in the middle of Hell
A blurred impression of an ilk could get you thrown into the path of a thresher
If they can chomp through titanium, they surely can chomp through you too
I can't presume this new monsoon season
Ringing between our ears isn't entirely something else
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom
Any moment now. . . disappearing
I'll be one of the ones that disappears
I did not exist in the minds of the solipsists
Exhaling the nature of the guillotine
I'm thinking your morals might be just like a wizard sleeve
The image of totality's impossible
I can't presume this new monsoon season
Ringing between our ears isn't entirely something else
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom
Maybe like back in the day with Pinochet
Or just like a snowflake that's melted away
Keep your head on a swivel and your eyes peeled
Keep your eyes peeled and your head on a swivel
Disappear
Any moment now . . . disappearing
I'll be one of the ones that disappears
I'll be one of the ones that disappears
Clampdowns live-tweeted from 50 or so separate vantage points
I file that away
You can understand the density of the mirrors
With their polyglot temperatures in the middle of Hell
A blurred impression of an ilk could get you thrown into the path of a thresher
If they can chomp through titanium, they surely can chomp through you too
I can't presume this new monsoon season
Ringing between our ears isn't entirely something else
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom
Any moment now. . . disappearing
I'll be one of the ones that disappears
I did not exist in the minds of the solipsists
Exhaling the nature of the guillotine
I'm thinking your morals might be just like a wizard sleeve
The image of totality's impossible
I can't presume this new monsoon season
Ringing between our ears isn't entirely something else
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom
I guess we're too in tune with too many things that go vroom vroom
Maybe like back in the day with Pinochet
Or just like a snowflake that's melted away
Keep your head on a swivel and your eyes peeled
Keep your eyes peeled and your head on a swivel
Disappear
Any moment now . . . disappearing
I'll be one of the ones that disappears
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