Damn The Man, Save The Empire
Heaven is a place here on your floor
I'm falling off the carpet edge, and it's a long way down
I laid before the monuments of love
Now I'm buried underneath them
So maybe when we're old or dead
Then we could all hang out
But probably not
No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway so
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Now
You only see the dark side of my love
A fetish for the afterlife and dented microphones
Sharp enough to cut
Now our lips are bleeding from the touch
But you don't see the difference between
The color of the dry blood and the rust
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
What if I told you I'm phasing out
And I'm not wearing any skin
I hope you leave a scar
Or can we just get deeper
Heaven is a place we can't afford
Life goes on and on
The breeze feels nice
Maybe I should find another ride cause
No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
I'm falling off the carpet edge, and it's a long way down
I laid before the monuments of love
Now I'm buried underneath them
So maybe when we're old or dead
Then we could all hang out
But probably not
No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway so
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Now
You only see the dark side of my love
A fetish for the afterlife and dented microphones
Sharp enough to cut
Now our lips are bleeding from the touch
But you don't see the difference between
The color of the dry blood and the rust
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
What if I told you I'm phasing out
And I'm not wearing any skin
I hope you leave a scar
Or can we just get deeper
Heaven is a place we can't afford
Life goes on and on
The breeze feels nice
Maybe I should find another ride cause
No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want to hear
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Fuentes, Curtis James Peoples, Michael Fuentes
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