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knope - piledriver! lyrics

eyes sunken in, tinfoil skin
crinkles quickly, paper-thin
release a beacon from your grin
pull back the curtains from your window
far cry from heaven, don’t talk the walk again
(now we only have our chains to blame
embedded somewhere in our dna)
it’s all the same

such a shame that they let you get away
(your chandelier has seen some better days
wicks black and bleeding wax across the surface of your foyer floor)
papier-mache wrapped ’round a heart made out of clay
(patch it up and have the guts to say
“stop pretending that you’re god and carving caverns in your liver!”)
your transgressions resurrected
(your chandelier has seen some better days
wicks black and bleeding wax across the surface of your foyer floor)
p-ssive aggression, you’re perfection
(oh, what i’d do to know the things you think
when you sit down and contemplate if you should make the earth quake)
yeah!

burn down your front door!
count down from four!
kiss your fist because this is war!
(same sad sob story as before
so much for reconciliation)
mold hides your chin’s shape, red dye inside your veins
(well, what the f-ck could have good luck change
if you’re already bound to burn in flames? you’ll decay!)

such a shame that they let you get away
(your chandelier has seen some better days
wicks black and bleeding wax across the surface of your foyer floor)
papier-mache wrapped ’round a heart made out of clay
(patch it up and have the guts to say
“stop pretending that you’re god and carving caverns in your liver!”)
seems your perception’s misdirected
(your chandelier has seen some better days
wicks black and bleeding wax across the surface of your foyer floor)
rapid succession, is this perfection?
(patch it up and have the guts to say
“stop pretending that you’re god and carving caverns in your liver!”)

your brimstone toes are withered to the bone
and the breeze that blows feels harsher than it felt before
and i don’t believe that you believe
your life is just a lucid dream
how come your eyes, once sharp as razors
lost their ability to see?

eternal wisdom under your sheets
in the hidden metaphors in the nightmares that you dream
it begs the question, “what does it mean
when days turn past and nights turn black?”

eyes sunken in, tinfoil skin
crinkles quickly, paper-thin
release a beacon from your grin
(stop pretending that you’re god and carving caverns in your liver!)
pull back the curtains from your window
(now we only have our chains to blame)
far cry from heaven, don’t talk the walk again
(embedded somewhere in our dna, it’s all the same)
(same sad sob story as before,)
stop pretending that you’re god and carving caverns in your liver!
(so much for reconciliation)

burn down your front door! count down from four!
(such a shame that they let you get away)
kiss your fist because this is war!
(your chandelier has seen some better days
wicks black and bleeding wax across the surface of your foyer floor)
what the f-ck could have good luck change
if you’re already bound to burn in flames? you’ll decay!
(rapid succession, is this perfection?)
oh, what i’d do to know the things you think
when you sit down and contemplate if you should make the earth quake
yeah!

- knope lyrics

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