"Contrail Crucifix" lyrics
I only come bearing burdens
But I don't decide to try to put weight on you darling, featherweight
Look at how much I ruined this
Imagine how I must writhe in the addiction
View this in full screen (fish into a barrel)
I lose you (cannons into wood)
I never wanted to (be your only good)
Thing
Oh yes, I will take this dance
I'm satisfied and I need advice on how to put you in a bed
With roses and thorns
Post-paradigm depression, backstabbers
Waiting to be courted in righteous
Bats to come around
Look at how cute the kids are, imagine how happy they'll be in heaven
4 laps around the cult classic, you know we'll never headline a show you go to
We need you to buy our merch so we can eat, we need you to tell your friends about us
"There's this brand new second rate heavy band, who can't even play their instruments"
You'll forget our name with nothing left to say, and we'll call it quits in 2028
When you jump in that lake of fire, where is the page that you burn?...
Torch the whole damn thing
Can you speak it?
Let it writhe in the underground symphony
But I don't decide to try to put weight on you darling, featherweight
Look at how much I ruined this
Imagine how I must writhe in the addiction
View this in full screen (fish into a barrel)
I lose you (cannons into wood)
I never wanted to (be your only good)
Thing
Oh yes, I will take this dance
I'm satisfied and I need advice on how to put you in a bed
With roses and thorns
Post-paradigm depression, backstabbers
Waiting to be courted in righteous
Bats to come around
Look at how cute the kids are, imagine how happy they'll be in heaven
4 laps around the cult classic, you know we'll never headline a show you go to
We need you to buy our merch so we can eat, we need you to tell your friends about us
"There's this brand new second rate heavy band, who can't even play their instruments"
You'll forget our name with nothing left to say, and we'll call it quits in 2028
When you jump in that lake of fire, where is the page that you burn?...
Torch the whole damn thing
Can you speak it?
Let it writhe in the underground symphony
Writer(s): Carson Pace
