Well here we are we dream in color we dream in analog!
We bleed the black from the sun's wrists
Bathing in blood we wash ourselves in it.
Now it's us versus everyone else a hex on your head and a plague on your fucking house.
When we've got nothing left to say we'll make you listen anyway.
And when we say it again you'll listen like it's never been said.
Point to anywhere on the map
We've already put a knife in its sack
We put a spear in its side we dream in color, analog, and amplifies
God bless you Mr. Dylan for the mess that I've got myself in
Just bury me in the van, I'll never fall in love again
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