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TV ON THE RADIO lyrics : "dlz"

Congratulations on the mess you made of things;

On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings.


And oxidation is the compromise you own


But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones

saved





lalalala....




You force your fire then you falsify your deeds


Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds

And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds


But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead




lalalala....





This is beginning to feel like the long

winded blues of the never


This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly


and finding a throat to choke




This is beginning to feel like the long


winded blues of the never

Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture


and blowing the crows, the smoke




This is beginning to feel like the long


winded blues of the never


Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken

and shoving their souls to ghost





Eternalised. Objectified.

You set your sights so high.


But this is beginning to feel like


the bolt busted loose from the lever




Never mind


Death professor

Your structure's fine


My dust is better

Your victim flies so high


All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next



Never you mind


Death professor.

Love is life,


My love is better.

Your victim flies so high

Eyes could be the diamonds


Confused with who's next



Never you mind


Death professor.

Your shocks are fine,

My struts are better.


Your fiction flies so high,

Y'all could use a doctor

Who's sick, who's next?




Never you mind

Death professor.

Electrified, my love is better


It's crystallized, so'm I.

All could be the diamond

Fused with who's next




This is beginning to feel like the dawn of a loser forever x3

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