Shiiit
Maybe it’s just us
Maybe we’re not playing the game right
But every time we use the ouija board
It spells out
“everything is going to be ok”
And the spirits smile
And the weather aint that bad
These demons
These spirits
This darkness
I don’t know man
Lately our resilience
Seems to overshadow
The Shadows
See,
When it gets dark
We teach ourselves echo vision
And use our beating hearts for flashlights
Or, or
We reincarnate with night goggles
Perfect lighting
For messages in bottle rockets to the moon
When it gets dark
We dream under Zodiacal light
Writing sonnets
On supernovas
And shooting stars
On less inspired days
We wait for evil to combust…
Spontaneously
And light a torch
When it gets dark
When they toss us in black vines
And black flames
We’ll shoot out smoke signals
To our soul mates
When it gets dark
We turn on the **** lights
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 3:14 PM UTC
Shiiit
Maybe it’s just us
Maybe we’re not playing the game right
But every time we use the ouija board
It spells out
“everything is going to be ok”
And the spirits smile
And the weather aint that bad
These demons
These spirits
This darkness
I don’t know man
Lately our resilience
Seems to overshadow
The Shadows
See,
When it gets dark
We teach ourselves echo vision
And use our beating hearts for flashlights
Or, or
We reincarnate with night goggles
Perfect lighting
For messages in bottle rockets to the moon
When it gets dark
We dream under Zodiacal light
Writing sonnets
On supernovas
And shooting stars
On less inspired days
We wait for evil to combust…
Spontaneously
And light a torch
When it gets dark
When they toss us in black vines
And black flames
We’ll shoot out smoke signals
To our soul mates
When it gets dark
We turn on the **** lights
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