World Series - Hella

The sun and the moon

Have burned each other out to soon

So sell me some doom

Because I’m the only eyes wide open in the room

Undress the truth

So I can have the feeling that it has been used

Alone you sit

Your heart bleeds quiet

You seem afraid

Loose lips sink ships!

You have no grip

Don’t you know?

You’re gonna die die die all alone

The look on your face

Has been making me lose sleep for days

Asleep in the haze

In the middle of where everything is gray

The games that we play

Are gonna be the death of us someway… somehow

And I’ve been told about

How the dawning of the hour is finally here

(And) I could sing out loud

If only the mighty and proud would all just disappear

Did someone open an undertow?

Or is this drowning feeling typical?

It isn’t really who you know

It’s how blatantly artistic you’re completely hypocritical

Don’t you know you’re gonna die die all alone?

Let this fire cover your vision for disintegration is a gift (this is a

supernatural pandemic)