Canary

You can't make me believe what I don't I can breathe through the pen in my throat I don't fear the pit, I will float Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Don't wanna say the quiet part out loud But we're not profound, we're just meat Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Think you've been talking to the modern world But my friend, I heard your scream Oh, canary, canary, canary Under the ground Canary, canary, canary Under the ground (Under the ground) I don't think it's a trick of the light (heed my warning) No more dreaming in black and white (heed my warning) All I want is to brutalise (heed my warning) Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I hear the drumming of the hellkite priest On my bones they feast, but that's fine Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I've got these rifles for my arms and legs And I've laid in bed enough time Oh, canary, canary, canary Under the ground Canary, canary, canary Under the ground Ah, eh (Under the ground) Under the-, uh Ah I don't think it's a trick Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh... Oh, under the ground