Blueprints For Future Homes

Like miracles like Clockwork and like miracles
You witnessed halos, but you failed to see its horns.
The illusion of intelligence, a continuous sounding bell.
And can feel the interruption in the air?
Can you feel the static?
I’ve never seen you like this.
See you…
Yeah well that’s what I said.
Drive drive vultures home.
You’re killing me.
Just bury me.
Yeah well that’s what I said.
And I said exactly what I meant.
You’re killing me.
Just bury me.
Holy Ghosts and talk show hosts.
How I panic as you fail.
Your conscience is a wolf.
Walls are being built,
Deception wears its veil and her charm is fleeting
But her love just will not last.
Far from men you hang and sway with no defender.
Pushed around by the noise of this carefree crowd.
I will not sleep while you are throwing anchors to a drowning generation.
Yeah well that’s what I said.
Drive drive vultures home.
You’re killing me.
Just bury me.
Yeah well that’s what I said.
And I said exactly what I meant.
You’re killing me.
Just bury me.
Yeah well that’s what I said.
Yeah well that’s what I said.
Yeah well that’s what I said.
Yeah well that’s what I said.
Hell is empty, the devils are here.
Hell is empty, the devils are here.
I… I will never sleep.