Lyrics: Mikey Skelcher
Music: Mikey Skelcher/Ben Taylor/Chris Collins/James Valentino/Tom White
I hope you die, I never want to see you again
Your eyes are tearing me up my friend
Your faith is running out till the end
So long and thanks for the company
I, I never thought I’d want to cry
Ripping out my only eye
Now it’s bleeding again
But don’t worry your pretty little head
And when we disappear
We’ll never make a fuss
It’s our minds so clear
Incinerate us
And when they say it’s in those pretty little ways
We say, we say that we won’t play well
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
And when we disappear
We’ll never make a fuss
It’s our minds so clear
Incinerate us
Tit for tat, better watch your back
Coming with the knives and hammers intact
One foul swoop and they’ll give you a whack
Floating down stream
Wrapped up in a sack
We’ll disappear
And never make a fuss
It’s our minds so clear
Incinerate us
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me?
And when we disappear
We’ll never make a fuss
It’s our minds so clear
Incinerate us