Black Guy Fawkes - You're Better Heard

Turn on this radio
And you'll find all the stylings of
All The demons that I've trapped inside
They're cursed to sing my verse
As long as this whole universe
Keeps flinging its debris right at me
But heed this warning
That you'll will be supporting a
Rusted pipe dream polished to shine bright
For lack of better words
Another Swan song for the birds
To pick apart if it even makes the charts

I am a slave to static waves
Picking strings and digging my own grave
Hear the hymns of my demise
Dance and sing until the sunrise

This hearts a metronome
I got One finger on the pulse
And a trigger happy one upon this gun
Can't afford to miss a note
Or Else I'll have to write my own
And bid farewell to everything I dwell upon
This skeleton is held in tact but so abstract
From how I used to be but nobody can see
The cracks upon my mask
The wear and tear with no repair
So here I go; singing what I sow

I am a slave to static waves
Picking strings and digging my own grave
Hear the hymns of my demise
Dance and sing until the sunrise

I am a slave to static waves
Picking strings and digging my own grave
Hear the hymns of my demise
Dance and sing until the sunrise
I am a slave to static waves
Picking strings and digging my own grave
Hear the hymns of my demise
Dance and sing until the sunrise

Written by:
Ian Robinson

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