[Intro: Jaime Preciado]
Take 4679, part two, hour eight, hour eight
Yeah
[Verse 1: Vic Fuentes]
Heaven is a place here on your floor
I'm falling off the carpet edge and it’s a long way down, 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
[Pre-Chorus: Vic Fuentes]
No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway
[Chorus: Vic Fuentes]
So, tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want
To hear (Now)
[Verse 2: Vic Fuentes]
You only see the dark side of my love (Love)
A fеtish for the afterlife, and dеnted 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
Let's go
Take 4679, part two, hour eight, hour eight
Yeah
[Verse 1: Vic Fuentes]
Heaven is a place here on your floor
I'm falling off the carpet edge and it’s a long way down, 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
[Pre-Chorus: Vic Fuentes]
No one likes this anyway, anyway, anyway
No one likes this anyway, anyway
[Chorus: Vic Fuentes]
So, tell me what I want
Only what I want
Tell me what I want
To hear (Now)
[Verse 2: Vic Fuentes]
You only see the dark side of my love (Love)
A fеtish for the afterlife, and dеnted 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
Let's go
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