[instrumental]
we are building a religion
we are building it bigger
we are
So you'll be an Austrian nobleman
commissioning a symphony in C
which
There's a long line of cars, and they're trying to
I don't want to wonder if this a blunder
I don't
Disempowered
The scattering flock
Dances in a fever
At the
I am an Opera Singer
I stand on painted Tape
It tells
Without the pretty pink ribbon
You'd end up just like me
Without
Adjectives on the typewriter
He moves his words like a prize
I want a girl with a mind like a diamond,
I
I don't want to
Hear you whisper
I don't want to orbit
Your