THE THE DILLINGER ESCAPE PLAN - Farewell, Mona Lisa

the Dillinger Escape Plan - Farewell, Mona Lisa

Wash it down the drain, down the drain
Wash your smile down
YEAH!!!
Wash it down the drain
PLEASE!!!
Like it or not this is what fuel our obsessions (or insurgents?)
I'm always dreaming(?), never stray far from the path.

Everything was taught to me(?)
But what am I supposed to say?
What am I supposed to say?
I'm sorry I guess I forgot
You think you can kill me again?
Guess I don't remember

What am I supposed to think?
What am I supposed to think?
What am I supposed to feel?
What am I supposed to feel?

There's no feeling in this place.
The echoes of the past speak louder than
Any voice I hear right now.
Don't you ever try to be more than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
Don't you ever try to be more than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There's no feeling in this place
There's no feeling in this place
Feeling in this place

What did you expect?
That we were nearly home, that we would never leave
What did you expect, that we would never leave home?
That we would never leave, that we would never leave
That we would never leave, that we would never leave
What did you expect from us, we're murderers
Murderers and liars and rapists and thieves
You should never put your trust in any of us
There is nothing to gain from this interference

Don't you ever try to be more than you were destined for
Or anything worth fighting for
There's no feeling in this place
The past is louder than anything I hear right now
The past is louder than anything I hear right now

DEFTONES - Rocket Skates

Deftones - Rocket Skates

You're red, soaking wet.
I'm right next to you.
You're red, soaking wet.
Lets writhe, let me see you trip.
One move that will keep you wet.
Lets fall in a long sadistic trance.
Put the keys in our hands.

Guns. Razors. Knives.
(Fuck with me)
Guns. Razors. Knives

You're red soaking wet.
I'm right next to you.
You're red, soaking wet.
Lets sail in this sea of charms.
Lets drown underneath the stars.
Lets drink with our weapons in our hands.
Lets sleep in this trance.

Guns. Razors. Knives.
(Fuck with me)
Guns. Razors. Knives

You're red soaking wet.
I'm right next to you.
You're red soaking wet.

Guns. Razors. Knives.
(Fuck with me)
Guns. Razors. Knives.

You're red soaking wet.
I'm right next to you.
You're red soaking wet.
I'm right next to you.
You're red soaking wet.