Literally A Force Of Evil
from No Good Art In Paradise by Cameron Toy
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lyrics
Scratching at it, I guess skin ain't as thick as you thought it were.
A force of evil rolling in fast, caught it skitching off the tailwind.
Trace it back to me. You were only nineteen,
Making feathers fly. There's a greater force to reckon with.
Might as well give it to them. Might as well empty it.
And if you ever get a break from me,
bombing through the woods faster than science believed,
consider it a gift from all the birthdays I missed.
They don't give a ticket to just anyone.
Keep heading for the cliff, ignore the signage, babe.
Relax, everything's erased.
Yes, you're impressing everyone and oh my god everyone's a cop. You do anything you want.
A force of evil, racing home and back with its tail between its legs.
This time I don't even wanna know - you show up with a stomach full of flesh dragging molasses slow.
We have the same talk, we spill the same wine, and I'll have the usual.
And if you ever get a break from me,
popped tire tying not to make a scene,
consider it a gift from everyone you told to eat shit.
They don't give a ticket to just anyone.
Keep heading for the cliff, embrace the wreckage, babe.
Relax, everything's erased.
A force of evil rolling in fast, caught it skitching off the tailwind.
Trace it back to me. You were only nineteen,
Making feathers fly. There's a greater force to reckon with.
Might as well give it to them. Might as well empty it.
And if you ever get a break from me,
bombing through the woods faster than science believed,
consider it a gift from all the birthdays I missed.
They don't give a ticket to just anyone.
Keep heading for the cliff, ignore the signage, babe.
Relax, everything's erased.
Yes, you're impressing everyone and oh my god everyone's a cop. You do anything you want.
A force of evil, racing home and back with its tail between its legs.
This time I don't even wanna know - you show up with a stomach full of flesh dragging molasses slow.
We have the same talk, we spill the same wine, and I'll have the usual.
And if you ever get a break from me,
popped tire tying not to make a scene,
consider it a gift from everyone you told to eat shit.
They don't give a ticket to just anyone.
Keep heading for the cliff, embrace the wreckage, babe.
Relax, everything's erased.
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from No Good Art In Paradise,
released June 15, 2017
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