Inventress of Ill (and Everything)
The words on top spell your name
Coloured dreams on TV in double speed
Now I see red artery
Police and military count to thieves
We are on our way, we go out to fight
We are on our way, believe we'll kill tonight
The pigs will fly away from their holy sty
You're a dream about the perfect hurricane
The coward beast in the arcade
We can beat the machine in every way
Your disease is better than me
The power of symmetry
Balance on the screen
And we are on our way, we go out to fight
We are on our way, believe we'll kill tonight
The pigs will fly away from their holy sty
You're a dream about the perfect hurricane
As we breathe together asleep
Coloured dreams on TV we'll let it be
Your disease is better than me
The power of symmetry in balance on the screen
And we are on our way, we go out to fight
We are on our way, believe we'll kill tonight
The pigs will fly away from their holy sty
You're a dream about the perfect hurricane
And we are on our way, we go out to fight
We are on our way, believe we'll kill tonight
The pigs will fly away from their holy sty
You're a dream about the perfect hurricane
Coloured dreams on TV in double speed
Now I see red artery
Police and military count to thieves
We are on our way, we go out to fight
We are on our way, believe we'll kill tonight
The pigs will fly away from their holy sty
You're a dream about the perfect hurricane
The coward beast in the arcade
We can beat the machine in every way
Your disease is better than me
The power of symmetry
Balance on the screen
And we are on our way, we go out to fight
We are on our way, believe we'll kill tonight
The pigs will fly away from their holy sty
You're a dream about the perfect hurricane
As we breathe together asleep
Coloured dreams on TV we'll let it be
Your disease is better than me
The power of symmetry in balance on the screen
And we are on our way, we go out to fight
We are on our way, believe we'll kill tonight
The pigs will fly away from their holy sty
You're a dream about the perfect hurricane
And we are on our way, we go out to fight
We are on our way, believe we'll kill tonight
The pigs will fly away from their holy sty
You're a dream about the perfect hurricane
Credits
Writer(s): Fredrik Jan Hultin, Ola Magnus Lindefelt
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