Inspire The Liars – Dance Gavin Dance – letras

Say you want to know the truthWell you can ask me a questionI’ll tell you somethingThat you may want to hearBut I’ll lieI don’t really wanna be the bitchThat gets it shit and bottles itDeliberantly swallows itOne less contestant, lifeThey’ll provide the documentsTo make believe you’re gonna fitSpend your time as militantSelf help perfection hypeWe can make this realAlready tried to go for the goldLet’s go for the stories that remain untoldAliens have spoke to meAnd shown me how to seeThe parable is terribleBut I don’t give a sheetA penis wide that towers highIs cumming at your feetThe stories old, the butthole fullOf cancer spreading meatSay you want to know the truthWell you can ask me a questionI’ll tell you somethingThat you may want to hearBut I’ll lieAnd I will never let this goSo open wideBecause I know you’ll always knowWhen you lieI can hear a smackingFrom the corner of the worldA flap then another flapThat there bird has shat a pearlOil commerce tipped the scaleAnd soaked up all the dungAnd flung it back for us to catchAnd eat out of their bumsI won’t stop til my head stopTil my head stop til my head blowsI’m in the middle of a midnight massAnd everybody on my dick like preacher, preacherI won’t stop til my head stopTil my head stop til my head blowsI’m in the middle of a midnight massAnd everybody on my dick like preacherPreach to meTell me what you seeTell me what I need to do and who to beCause I won’t stop til my head stopTil my head stop til my head blowsI’m in the middle of a midnight massSo let’s start a religionThey’ll believe in what we sayLet’s start a religionWe can blind their eyes with faithA new religionWe’ll tell them where our spirits goStart a religionI need my ego to explodeA new religion(so impressionable)We can make some widows cry(attend the festival)Start a religionCan even plan our own demiseSo let’s start a religionWe can save some souls tonightStart a religionWithout me their souls will dieYou thought that it matteredYou thought they were flatteredI’m convinced you’re an actorYou can take off the wrapperYeah I’ll whip up the batterBut there’s nothing you can bakeIf your face ain’t lightThem crackers act fake tonight