UnrevealingWe’ve kept our love on a tape
Frozen morning
By the lake where we skate
Silver wellspring
This was way more than just a fling
I gave my dreamsYou’re the guardian of this house now
Ouuh
Ouuh
Ouuh
Ouuh
You’re the guardian of this house
You’re the guardian of this house now

Unrevealing
We’ve kept our love on a tape
I’ve heard and seen
More than one take
Precious offspring
You will arrive in May
My love my king
You’re the guardian of this house now

Ouuh
Ouuh
Ouuh
Ouuh
You’re the guardian of this house
You’re the guardian of this house now

I dont think I've ever been here before,
I dont think I've ever been here before,
I dont think I've been here before,
I dont recognise the Doctor or the hammer on the floor.

What was this meant to mean me?
What was this meant to mean me?
What was this meant to mean me?
I dont recognise the Vicar or the painting on the wall.

That sounds like a great idea,
That sounds such a great idea,
That sounds like a great idea,
Ill steal yours and you'll steal mine.

That sounds like a great idea,
We make up these great ideas,
these all make for great ideas,
With you and me , we'll all be fine.

I dont think I've ever been here before,
I dont think I've ever been here before,
I dont think I've been here before,
I dont recognise the Doctor or the hammer on the floor.

What was this meant to mean me?
What was this meant to mean me?
What was this meant to mean me?
I dont recognise the Vicar or the painting on the wall.

That sounds like a great idea,
That sounds such a great idea,
That sounds like a great idea,
Ill steal yours and you'll steal mine.

That sounds like a great idea,
We make up these great ideas,
these all make for great ideas,
With you and me , we'll all be fine.

We'll all be fine
We'll all be fine
We'll all be fine

All eyes on the prize , individualism is on the rise,
got nothing left to talk about but me.
How I appeal, how do I feel, shooting the schpeel,
Everyday is a symptomatic narcissistic showreel for you to see.
And I ask you, tell me again.

Oh boy, whats your hit count, oh girl, pout the lips out,
Confront the inner fears in public.
Self love is self inflicted , got myself all self addicted,

we birth the vanity republic.
And I ask you, tell me again.
And I ask you, when will it end.
This vanity Republic
This vanity Republic

He got a sick note, he don't need opinion,
Got a policy novelty for the minions, all out.
No reason to shout about it.
He got new shoes, straight views, loved by legions
And an ever seemingly increasing loss of reason.
But hey, the world has to end some day.
God bless all of you keeping account.
Its about the damage limitation and the placement of doubt.
Slim times for the who where? who why? Who when?
And all the nonsense singing cavalries.
Its your ugly word now.
Conversation indicating self fulfilling prophecies,
If you cannot do, then stay away from teaching.
This inadequacy is spreading through genetically
End the surman, put an end to these proceedings
Woah woah woah woah
Put an end to the proceedings

We’re the orphans of humanityWe only learn the price of things once they've disappearedRemains of a dying breedThis is the witness of blank minds in a colorblind reality
We’re looking for answers to questions we can’t conceiveComplaints of a frying brain
we’ll lay the myths as cornerstones for our society
We’re all lost, we’ve breathed the omega breezeWe’re branded, ain’t brain-dead, we’re brand newOur minds are cleanour bright eyes On this broken world are blindedWe’re all haunted, bonded in this holy lack of memoryWe’re confused, hollow, divided
Claim to remember and we’ll bend a fucking knee
We ride wrecked cars on bull backs through this global no man’s landwe’re fucking nomads, We’re hunchbacks
clinging to the thread of a long gone past
What will grow through the ashes ?
is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will trees grow tall through the carcasses ?are we just ants under a giant’s matches ?will we be burning corpses ?
What will grow through the ashes ?is this the end, is this the end or the genesis ?Will roots push through the asphalt cracks ?
Will we choose utopia or whiplashes ?
will this hell be everlasting ?
Green patches maculate the concreteA budding life bluntly stains misery
alone and incomplete, we stand untouched at the center of this new born beauty

We’re parasites, are we part of this scheme ?We’re parasites, are we even human anymore ?
Damaged is the new black