Hey girls, hey boys, no, don't mind the noise

It's just the sound of being dragged ahead

It's just a pornographic annulationship

As we watch the spider's web eat itself All this death above, extinguishing

All that you've ever known

Turn your touch screens off and start harvesting

In the seeds that your parents sew It's got me singing blues that hit you like a cannonball

Loud enough to break your bones

But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone

So sing it with me like it's your own It's got me *** up and dried up, and fed up, can't get up

And bleeding and crying like I'm mad at the song

I'm a carbon copy, now they got me up

Oh, look at where we're going It's got you strung out and bothered, and caught up, and drowning

And feeling, and shot up, and feeling you gotta run

You're a carbon copy, now they got me up

Oh, look at where we're going You're getting bothered staying low like under four hundred blows

Makes you feel like you are all by yourself

So when the chance comes along where you could help out a wrong

The bullshit's got you stuck up on the shelf But it's heavy, I'm not ready

Do you feel like you're swimming in the notes?

Well baby, follow the sound that's shooting out of your crown

There's only one way up from the floor It's got me *** up and dried up, and fed up, can't get up

And bleeding and crying like I'm mad at the song

I'm a carbon copy, now they got me up

Oh, look at where we're going It's got you strung out and bothered, and caught up, and drowning

And feeling, and shot up, and feeling you gotta run

You're a carbon copy, now they got me up

Oh, look at where we're going Now gonna kick toe, gonna run right forward

Lord, not the first time we've imposed a locked door

Oh critter, fight back, it's your sole reward

Below with your fist up, brush the dust off

Boy, it's got, got, it's got me singing Blues that hit you like a cannonball

And loud enough to break your bones

But it was written in blood before they wrote it in stone

So sing it with me like it's your own Those blues, they hit you like a cannonball

Loud enough to break your bones

But wish the rising in love before we're taking the throne

So sing it with me like it's your own You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up

Hey baby, get ready 'cause yeah, yeah, it's gonna come

If we want to see what's possible for a, a better way right now You better dust off and get up, get ready to push up

Hey baby, get ready 'cause yeah, yeah it's gonna come

When the truth is spoken, love's unbroken

Nothing's gonna weigh us down