Fire Sale

Through a colonnade of close shaves Slept through tomorrow And I'm calling out now just like you wanted Earned the remains of the past five days At the altar of no occasion No NDA's above my pay grade So I'll say That we don't choose it, it chooses us Not how you lose it to who can you trust? How could they manage without you before? Cold diamond fires on the factory floor Struck a match for the praxis Repaid them all in ashes Dispatch with your hood Dealing with dangerous goods Before the sound of the silent alarm I could believe in the product Until you saw them outta the store And wonder why did they want it? Thought better in the unfortunate light of the PIN-pad Unsettling, acetylene burning with interest We don't choose it, it chooses us Not how you lose it to who can you trust? How could they manage without you before? Cold diamond fires on the factory floor Struck a match for the praxis Repaid them all in ashes Dispatch with your hood Dealing with dangerous goods We don't choose it, it chooses us Not how you lose it to who can you trust? How could they manage without you before? Cold diamond fires on the factory floor Struck a match for the praxis Repaid them all in ashes Dispatch with your hood Dealing with dangerous goods