This is a group that because the music is so layered and complex it's easy to overlook the lyrics, but you shouldn't.
My mast ain't so sturdy
My head is at half
I'm searching the clouds for the score
My lady avails herself
Of marked down freedom
Forever cashed out to no more
She put the blam in the blame
Bullets bearing the name
Of each tigress who's left you a tooth
Save the skins for a pelt
And the rest for a belt
That can't open
No nothing
Can't open
No nothing
Young liars
Thank you for taking my hands
Young liars
Oh thank you for taking my hands
Well it's cold and it's quiet
And cobblestone cold in here
Fucking for fear of not wanting
To fear again
Lonely is all we are
Lovely so far
But my heart's still a marble
In an empty jelly jar
Someday suppose that my
Curious nervousness
Spills into prescience
Clairvoyant consciousness
I will be calmer than cream
Making maps out of your dreams
But will psychic ability
Clinch the nativity
Or simply diminish the flinch
Oh young liars
Thank you for taking my hands
And burying them deep
In the world's wet womb
Where no one can heed their commands
Except young liars
Voice string trombone
Pull me forward onward
To the sea
Take my picture
Soon all I will be
Is my disease
Voice string trombone
Pull me forward onward
To the sea
Take my picture
Soon all I will be
Is my disease
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