A Lexicon by Burning Airlines Lyrics

Now the leeches are in love
And the serenade's begun
Maybe you're the lucky one
But you can't trust a simple song
You're no fun

Always speeding to outrun
Identification
Stoop for the honor;
This pen's poison

Defeated honorees
Trade self-made mythologies
Who are these vampires
These ugly beauties?

We are, we are steering by falling stars
Swearing upon a lexicon of scars
But sweetest revenge never comes true
Why sing it again?
Try something new
Testing fatal deficits
Proves to you that you exist
Part-time assassin
Who's next on this list?

We are, we are steering by falling stars
Swearing upon a lexicon of scars
But sweetest revenge never comes true
Why sing it again?
Try something new

If this is a curse
I christen you
King Midas in reverse
Without retinue
Your mercenary faith begoning proof
When sweetest revenge never comes true

Why sing it again?
Why sing it again?