Diesel Powered Baby
Midas wants to touch your soul
Turn your body into gold
Repeat the process until every piece is sold
Throw your pearls in the pig's snout
But the truth will come spilling out
With a double barrel to his temple
Pull the trigger, watch him disassemble
Hide her bones in the backyard
Send her photo on a postcard
Sell your soul on the black market
Until your time is spent
Chewing the fat, spitting the bones
I smell a rat, hiding inside your throat
Worship the knave, beat the dead horse
Draining our souls, binging remorse
Our river of blood will run its course
I won't let this be the death of my honesty
Bury all your empty bodies in me
Break my teeth to provoke the beast hiding
I don't think we know what we are doing
But the human race is
Definitely losing control of the situation
The emperors of the deep
Preying on the dreams of the sleeping sheep
Train yourselves by repetition
Heads bowed in complacent submission
Grazing on only what we're given
A meal for wolves of our own volition
Prophet warned us, we don't listen
Hurling towards inhuman conditions
I want some peace and quiet
But I also want your conversation
The spiders in my mind
Sew a noose around my neck
Look closer and you'll find
No monsters under my bed
I want to go back in time
Take back the words that I never said
Save the me that I used to be
From the fear inside my head
I want to go back in time
Take back the words that I never said
Save the me that I used to be
From the wounds that I have bled
I want you to suffer
I want you to suffer with me
Turn your body into gold
Repeat the process until every piece is sold
Throw your pearls in the pig's snout
But the truth will come spilling out
With a double barrel to his temple
Pull the trigger, watch him disassemble
Hide her bones in the backyard
Send her photo on a postcard
Sell your soul on the black market
Until your time is spent
Chewing the fat, spitting the bones
I smell a rat, hiding inside your throat
Worship the knave, beat the dead horse
Draining our souls, binging remorse
Our river of blood will run its course
I won't let this be the death of my honesty
Bury all your empty bodies in me
Break my teeth to provoke the beast hiding
I don't think we know what we are doing
But the human race is
Definitely losing control of the situation
The emperors of the deep
Preying on the dreams of the sleeping sheep
Train yourselves by repetition
Heads bowed in complacent submission
Grazing on only what we're given
A meal for wolves of our own volition
Prophet warned us, we don't listen
Hurling towards inhuman conditions
I want some peace and quiet
But I also want your conversation
The spiders in my mind
Sew a noose around my neck
Look closer and you'll find
No monsters under my bed
I want to go back in time
Take back the words that I never said
Save the me that I used to be
From the fear inside my head
I want to go back in time
Take back the words that I never said
Save the me that I used to be
From the wounds that I have bled
I want you to suffer
I want you to suffer with me
Credits
Writer(s): Taylor Bates
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