With the synth and sound we might just believe that we could do
All the things in our minds with exact knives and bing's that will make you
Write all the sounds, all men traded into worlds where we due to
Love, and defined all the leaves that we can speak about
Well, you know where you like that the cinder blocks are taking up our
View for a while with the simple mathematics of our
Lives and design. There's a head that pointed five degrees to the right
Do you know there will only be so many of our kind?

Give us some of the ghost notes
Give us some of the chosen, oh
Give us some of the closing slots
Give us some of the falsest hope

We are lies and go right down through the suction on the great
Eye and we climb do you know the knee scrapes represent that we thought of design?
It comes in and rolls you out with thoughts of the world not in line
Do you think that they're imaginary hearts?
It was right to return to pieces of the circle where we declined
I know military moments will believe us
It's a sound, and a tick-tock to the world that tells you
How you arrive do you think that we are momentary?

Give us some of the ghost notes
Give us some of the chosen, oh
Give us some of the closing slots
Give us some of the falsest hope

This is where the like, the like rude choir comes in, alright?
It goes like this, it's like

'Cause we wanna love, wanna sift through the creation time by
Night with your thoughts you know
I am just a literary fox with a song
They come in like shells and sink right through the
World and the rhyme you know pieces of the poetry go out for the cause
Does it feel like somethings missing?
Time to concede for a while because all that's right is always
that's what's wrong
In your mind are the churches right beneath the stairs of your
House and the time, it's the tick-tock going out and weary

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing
Writer(s): BRENDAN CANNING, JOHN LAMAGNA, KEVIN DREW, RYAN KONDRAT