Heavens - Patent Pending

Текст песни

Bring your book, bring your broken-hearted
We've got a vessel that we've chartered
Into the wide open sea
The two of us dearly departed

Bring a book with a happy ending
A remix of the message sending
Shiny, clean, this guillotine
New and improved, patent pending

Place a curse on the hearse we're driving
Cut the brake lines, end up dying
Glad to be traumatically
Against the ropes lost all hope trying

Finding ways to break the silence
And the quench our taste for violence
Shadow free's monstrosities
Crafting the fine art of patience

High time, we swore off everything we know
Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so

Bring your bored, bring your broken-hearted
We've got a vessel that we've charerted
Into the wide open sea
The two of us dearly departed

Bring a book with a happy ending
A remix of the message sending
Headless dreams of guillotines
Sharp, unclean, neverending

High time, we swore off everything you know
Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so
High time, we swore off everything we know
Sit tight, we'll be back with 666 in tow

High time, we swore off everything we know
Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so
High time we swore off everything we know
Sit tight, we'll be back with 666 I know