Across the Moor
Make like an apparition
I watch the clouds as I go home and waste a new day
It's nothing, nothing at all
It's not my fault you're banal
One wand of the angels, a kiss for your time
Do you know where to score, can they serve us tonight?
Theta in my pocket and we like to roll the dice
If you open the door you leave it open for life
Me and my friends ain't got no type
Me and my friends drink all your wine
Leave nothing, nothing at all
Pour peroxide on the slice
Me in my head mess with my mind
It hangs me out there to dry
One wand of the angels, a kiss for your time
Do you know where to score, can they serve us tonight?
Theta in my pocket and we like to roll the dice
If you open the door you leave it open for life
You might as well give up
Your grave's been dug
I'm just a constant reminder of who you're not
Need some better friends for this head I'm in
(Waning time to take what's mine and slowly lose the reason why)
Oh to be locked in, just to get a grip
(As the color fades and dies the dullest grey would change your mind)
You might as well give up
Your grave's been dug
I'm just a constant reminder of who you're not
Yeah I'll pass your test I am my talisman
(Here we shine in golden light we wash away, forget the tide)
Felt your warmth without having to move an inch
(Hear that which cannot be heard, the chosen cannot be deterred)
You might as well give up
Your grave's been dug
I'm just a constant reminder of who you're not
Of who you're not
Of who you're not
I'm a constant reminder of who you're not
I watch the clouds as I go home and waste a new day
It's nothing, nothing at all
It's not my fault you're banal
One wand of the angels, a kiss for your time
Do you know where to score, can they serve us tonight?
Theta in my pocket and we like to roll the dice
If you open the door you leave it open for life
Me and my friends ain't got no type
Me and my friends drink all your wine
Leave nothing, nothing at all
Pour peroxide on the slice
Me in my head mess with my mind
It hangs me out there to dry
One wand of the angels, a kiss for your time
Do you know where to score, can they serve us tonight?
Theta in my pocket and we like to roll the dice
If you open the door you leave it open for life
You might as well give up
Your grave's been dug
I'm just a constant reminder of who you're not
Need some better friends for this head I'm in
(Waning time to take what's mine and slowly lose the reason why)
Oh to be locked in, just to get a grip
(As the color fades and dies the dullest grey would change your mind)
You might as well give up
Your grave's been dug
I'm just a constant reminder of who you're not
Yeah I'll pass your test I am my talisman
(Here we shine in golden light we wash away, forget the tide)
Felt your warmth without having to move an inch
(Hear that which cannot be heard, the chosen cannot be deterred)
You might as well give up
Your grave's been dug
I'm just a constant reminder of who you're not
Of who you're not
Of who you're not
I'm a constant reminder of who you're not
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Writer(s): Gannon Lucatero
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