Out Of My Mouth

Metropolis! I'm calling to your angel
Won't you mark me well?
Tall Jakob-bell and ornate people
On Madison Avenue: St. James the Lesser
But you think you're better
With your ornate steeple

But you're lukewarm!
I spit you out of my mouth
If your river ran south, would you notice?
And you're lukewarm!
Why can't you figure it out?
The suffering shout, but you don't notice

And I'm afraid it's gonna hurt
And I'm afraid it's worth it
Cleaning up your bullshit
Getting you to burn
Helping you to see your nonsense
(It's nonsense)

But you're lukewarm!
I spit you out of my mouth
If your river ran south, would you notice?
And you're lukewarm!
Why can't you figure it out?
The suffering shout, but you don't notice

Yeah, you're lukewarm!
I spit you out of my mouth
The river ran south, but you don't notice
And you're lukewarm!
Why can't you figure it out?
The suffering shout, but you don't notice
You don't notice



Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Stoddart
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