Alt America

Good evening again From your old friend at Radio USA, Philadelphia You know friends, a half a bottle of bourbon Is enough to make any man shine a light on himself Doubter of my heart Your voice ain't in tune big guns in a skyline Flashbang to your youth Benadryl in the night time A new fountain for youth An apology you thought Was enough to regroup Search and you might crawl Back in to your cage You're here for a good time That's nice, grab a chain Dance with depression And you'll sing in the rain Or jump from excitement And the songs never made 5:15 pm And the angels been left A handshake with the preacher Brought him to his knees I showed him the trees, dear Now he hangs with the seeds He sold a salvation But there ain't one for us The bullet flies high And won't hesitate to pierce Switch tone, different language But I know what you fear The hour glass is flipped still There ain't time for us So think about the strangers That know who you'll become And they know who you'll become I can see it through it all 'Cause you're not special in any way I love you starry skies The flashing lights that makes you shine And show your scars Seller of lifelines No holier than thou God to my timelines You hold an ugly fate Lover of my life You're further from grace Then I am with both hands tied Deep in with the sharks Search and you might find A head in this place The hollow that haunts you Finds the means to an end The coffee bean smells fine The water has lead The company made us So united we break Keeper of my heart Before words arranged Ideas in the clouds now No sun penetrates The blood in my veins flow Right out through my eyes The knot in my chest blows Our bodies entwined The rest of my lie is spent Deep in with my hand In a circular motion You die then revive Creator of my loves She ain't one for us God of my timelines You made the strings too short And you pull on them too much