[Verse 1]
Some say the cure is worse than the disease
And kindness is man when he's resting on his knees
And Ludwig ? Van as his 9th Symphony played
With devil trombones and a pocket full of speed
Stomach full of milkshakes, gully full of greed
Heaven metal rocketships dripping overseas
Angel-faced heretics are boasting about their dreams
A vulture violent succotash in fully feathered wings
Old folks sing the songs of their fathers
With ? their mumblings and s**t in their wallets
Sleeping in the different ? they're something-aholics
On a high wire stuck with aspirations of falling
Falling, the lights are heavy and the sirens are calling
The steps are getting closer, it ain't no way to stall em
This day's about to get all black lightning and ?
And you'll be in it half-naked with no way to get out it
Get it? They trying to stick you with some kind of admission
Waiting for it all to break down and meted
It's still justice and it's the thrill that keeps you pumping its guilt
Forcing the different still you get belligerent feel
Your hate is steady, your heart's steady racing
Your skeleton is getting all impatient, face it
Option 1, put an end to the fun
And play those devil trombones with no earplugs
[Interlude]
All the policemen are wearing really strange clothes
So when you see them you'll know who to run from
All the policemen are wearing really strange clothes
So when you see them you'll know to run
[Verse 2]
? with both of my people slit open
Maybe your focus ain't as sharp as you think it is
Nothing up their sleeve, nothing to fool you with
Just two ? where and do you in
Stomach full of fist, punch, knuckle full of sting
Devil brass ringing and you ripping out your seams
Heaven metal whispering it's time for you to breathe
Falling in the rain until it's safe for you to sing
Songs as I rise to the demons in your past
Reminiscent of the medicine you pulled from out the flask
And now without your mask to violently disguise
There's an angel-faced choir boy with nothing left to hide so run
[Outro *repeated*]
Don't stop don't stop just run
Don't stop don't stop just run
Don't stop don't stop don't stop
Play those devil trombones till there's nothing left to run from
Some say the cure is worse than the disease
And kindness is man when he's resting on his knees
And Ludwig ? Van as his 9th Symphony played
With devil trombones and a pocket full of speed
Stomach full of milkshakes, gully full of greed
Heaven metal rocketships dripping overseas
Angel-faced heretics are boasting about their dreams
A vulture violent succotash in fully feathered wings
Old folks sing the songs of their fathers
With ? their mumblings and s**t in their wallets
Sleeping in the different ? they're something-aholics
On a high wire stuck with aspirations of falling
Falling, the lights are heavy and the sirens are calling
The steps are getting closer, it ain't no way to stall em
This day's about to get all black lightning and ?
And you'll be in it half-naked with no way to get out it
Get it? They trying to stick you with some kind of admission
Waiting for it all to break down and meted
It's still justice and it's the thrill that keeps you pumping its guilt
Forcing the different still you get belligerent feel
Your hate is steady, your heart's steady racing
Your skeleton is getting all impatient, face it
Option 1, put an end to the fun
And play those devil trombones with no earplugs
[Interlude]
All the policemen are wearing really strange clothes
So when you see them you'll know who to run from
All the policemen are wearing really strange clothes
So when you see them you'll know to run
[Verse 2]
? with both of my people slit open
Maybe your focus ain't as sharp as you think it is
Nothing up their sleeve, nothing to fool you with
Just two ? where and do you in
Stomach full of fist, punch, knuckle full of sting
Devil brass ringing and you ripping out your seams
Heaven metal whispering it's time for you to breathe
Falling in the rain until it's safe for you to sing
Songs as I rise to the demons in your past
Reminiscent of the medicine you pulled from out the flask
And now without your mask to violently disguise
There's an angel-faced choir boy with nothing left to hide so run
[Outro *repeated*]
Don't stop don't stop just run
Don't stop don't stop just run
Don't stop don't stop don't stop
Play those devil trombones till there's nothing left to run from