Type_Face
Strap bodies to the ceilings
Let children swat their chests
You doubt this cast with pride but your sickness killed the rest
Kick bodies cross the floorboards
Oh children, clean up this mess
The night long and I can see the firewall's at rest
Spit the napalm until we're covered
(I can see it now)
Your canvas and the youth is splattered
(I can see it now)
Teenage lightning struck your panel
(Can you see it now?)
Smiles in the dark and the ink is running
(Can you see it now?)
Strip my dress down to the bone
(We don't care! We don't care!)
Your words marked in a bold type face
("BEWARE!")
You're not the type of face
That we look for!
That we look for!
Sugarcoat the wayside
Let the bugs feast on sin
Strap bodies to the ceilings
Let children swat their chests
The man is old in a room of laughs the teenage made
But you can dig your grave
And you can shove me in it
And you can't fake it now!
And you can't fake it now!
Plugged into the wall and a wire to my tongue
There is no faking now!
There is no faking now!
These tyrants with gravestone smiles and eyes that see headlights
Let children swat their chests
You doubt this cast with pride but your sickness killed the rest
Kick bodies cross the floorboards
Oh children, clean up this mess
The night long and I can see the firewall's at rest
Spit the napalm until we're covered
(I can see it now)
Your canvas and the youth is splattered
(I can see it now)
Teenage lightning struck your panel
(Can you see it now?)
Smiles in the dark and the ink is running
(Can you see it now?)
Strip my dress down to the bone
(We don't care! We don't care!)
Your words marked in a bold type face
("BEWARE!")
You're not the type of face
That we look for!
That we look for!
Sugarcoat the wayside
Let the bugs feast on sin
Strap bodies to the ceilings
Let children swat their chests
The man is old in a room of laughs the teenage made
But you can dig your grave
And you can shove me in it
And you can't fake it now!
And you can't fake it now!
Plugged into the wall and a wire to my tongue
There is no faking now!
There is no faking now!
These tyrants with gravestone smiles and eyes that see headlights
Credits
Writer(s): Casey Donovan Allison, Michael Connor Zirnheld
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