Lyrics

Designed with the best parts in the business; countenance ambidextrous: leading the way for the rest of today. Just wait until tomorrow can?t decide which analogue to borrow. Your footsteps transgress with every press. With every press the mark resembles less of an earlier ghost and I can?t simplify my findings. With breviloquence and laconic, screw the happy endings. The mendacious tongue is still lost and still pending. They?re sending their trust to all what you?re pretending. Soon he?ll get what he?s worth, soon he?ll get what he deserves, soon he?ll collide with the earth. It?s alright dear, no one will find you. When you?re behind your disguise you?re invincible.