Damn The Man, Save The Empire

Heaven is a place here on your floor I'm falling off the carpet edge, and it's a long way down I laid before the monuments of love Now I'm buried underneath them So maybe when we're old or dead Then we could all hang out But probably not No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway No one likes this anyway, anyway so Tell me what I want Only what I want Tell me what I want to hear Now You only see the dark side of my love A fetish for the afterlife and dented microphones Sharp enough to cut Now our lips are bleeding from the touch But you don't see the difference between The color of the dry blood and the rust Tell me what I want Only what I want Tell me what I want to hear Tell me what I want Only what I want Tell me what I want to hear What if I told you I'm phasing out And I'm not wearing any skin I hope you leave a scar Or can we just get deeper Heaven is a place we can't afford Life goes on and on The breeze feels nice Maybe I should find another ride cause No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway No one likes this anyway, anyway Tell me what I want Only what I want Tell me what I want to hear Tell me what I want Only what I want Tell me what I want to hear