Is there scandal on these airwaves
There's ice on your teeth
There's water on the streets
It's not enough to keep me strong
It's not enough to keep me strong

Our side is a fucking wasteland
(His tongue touches the roof of my mouth)
But your side is just a mall
(Stethoscopes tap to the vertigo)
And in-between it's a fucking movie
(In the open sky he feels like a mouse)
And the joke is on us all
(Polaroid bouquets on the blue alter)

I'm sick of my weight
(This room just keeps spinning he can't ignore)
Against this chair
A spinning room that he just can't ignore
(Faces painted in a golden tint)
(Faces painted in a golden tint)

And when the smoke clears
Fall back upon them
And in the wall's gears
There will be a concept
And if the shadows
Don't stop the service
And then we all know

White coals in my head
Nailed to the walls of the blue alter
White coals in my head
Nailed to the walls of the blue alter
White coals in my head
Nailed to the walls of the blue alter
White coals

Is there scandal on these airwaves
There's ice on your teeth
There's water on the streets


Lyrics submitted by vossler

Kissing Braille song meanings
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