[Music]

[Music]

Congratulations on the mess you made of

things. I'm trying to reconstruct the

air and all that

rust and oxidation is the promise you

own, but this is beginning to feel like

the dog wants a bone.

[Music]

Say la la la la la la.

[Music]

Force the beat, you fall, your

deeds, you mend the disconnect from all

your

creeds. It strives to fill the vacuum

that it feeds, but this is beginning to

feel like the dog wants a bone.

[Music]

[Music]

This is beginning to feel like the long

wind blows up the

never. This is beginning to feel like

it's curling up slowly, finding the truth.

This is beginning to feel like a long

wind blows up the

never, barely controlled, consuming the

picture and blowing the clouds to smoke. This

is beginning to feel like the long wind

it blows up the

never, static explosion, devoted to

crushing the broken and shoving the soul

to ghost, eternalize. I'm justified, set

your sights so high, but this is beginning

to feel like the blood, booze, and loose from the

lever. Never mind, death professor, fine, my love

is better, you're fishing flies so high, all the cat

birds are full up, who's next? Never you mind,

death professor, love is lies, my love is

better, you're fishing flies so high, could be the