A Lexicon
de Burning Airlines
Now the leeches are in love,
And the serenade's begun.
Maybe you're the lucky one,
But you can't trust a simple song.
You're no fun.
Are we speeding to outrun identification?
Stoop for the honor,
This pen's poison.
Defeated honorees trade self-made mythologies.
Who are these vampires,
These ugly beauties?
We are.
We are steering by falling stars,
Swearing upon a lexicon of scars,
But sweetest revenge never comes true.
Why sing it again?
Try something new.
Test for fatal deficits.
Prove to you that you exist.
Part-time assassin,
Who's next on this list?
We are.
We are steering by falling stars,
Swearing upon a lexicon of scars,
But sweetest revenge never comes true.
Why sing it again?
Try something new.
If this is a curse,
It christens you king midas in reverse
Without retinue,
Your mercenary faith begging for proof
When sweetest revenge never comes true.
Why sing it again?
Why sing it again?
Más canciones de Burning Airlines
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Outside The Aviary
Identikit
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The Deluxe War Baby
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Everything Here Is New
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Identikit
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The Deluxe War Baby
The Deluxe War Baby
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Morricone Dancehall
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A Song With No Words
Identikit
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All Sincerity
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The Surgeon's House
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Paper Crowns
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Blind Trial
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Election Night Special
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Tastykake
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Earthbound
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Dear Hilary
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I Sold Myself In
Mission: Control!