Trophy Scars - The Hair-Trigger Flamenco lyrics

Lost I thought you were lost?
I keep on hiding from this Winter is moving
East towards New Jersey
Will encompass A harbored glacier ice
Storm Now no one
Knows the difference I'm not
An empiricist But
Your answers are forgiven I'm just
Not living like this
Your endeavors Are dancing on
Top of the world
You said you said These pills
Are shining like pearls
Put the telephone on hold ‘cause I need
To recount all my words There's
A shard of dyslexia
Caught in my eye I'm taking that girl to
The bank I'm dancing all night
These knives by the
Way you abuse them Are glowing like ice
I'm back and I love everyone


I color between all
The lines My stomach is red rosy cinnamon
And baked into pies Badadadadbadadadbada
My death bed Is
Shaking and trembling in fear And the priest
And the priest Is weeping and drinking his
Beer I know words alright It's all
About what you don't hear I hear
Words alright alright I'm taking that
Girl to the bank I'm dancing all
Night These knives by the
Way you abuse them Are glowing
Like ice I'm back and
I love everyone I color between
All the lines My stomach
Is red rosy cinnamon And baked
Into pies Badadadadbadadadbada Violet
Bruises These drinks Will out way them
Out way them oh La dada la dada I know the
Spanish flamenco The dance
That we break and turn into
Limbo The reflection is simple
So everyone knows in the end
My friend My heart
Is a headache It's held in a neck
Brace It's beaming with bad taste
And lost in ghost chase So everyone
Knows in the end I'm losing
My friend So pour another
Glass of this whiskey
It's making me dizzy I like being
Dizzy I like being sleepy Oh, I
Like feeling sleepy So come on
Let's dance baby! This river's
A fountain A corpse in the canyon A drink in
The mountains We breathe all
Around them To turn it in To ice Ice
Ice Lose your control To find out you know
No one has died It was just
The snow oh It was just the snow
Oh So pour another Glass of this
Whiskey And dance let's dance
Dance dance dance
Dance dance Dance like your dead And
Those words words Words in your head They
Stopped stopped Stopped making sense And
(ohh) slaughter you