A Song For The Elvis Impersonator by Hondo Maclean Lyrics

The camera's shift and fade, as the credits start to roll (It's almost over)
The lines of a script roll off the tongue lubed in spit
This fantasy has a pulse, that's beating me into submission
Then you arrive in style to amplify the essence of
Desperately identify with reflections of strangers
The chastity of empty eyelids where sunset stripped you
The camera's shift and fade, as the credits start to roll
This fantasy has a pulse, that's fucking beating me into submission
But all of this fake blood, all of this fake blood won't fool death
Sunset stripped you down, just in time, flowing behind your silhouette
"Oh yeah, you gotta love that silhouette man."
I'll colour you in, outside the lines, like you never existed
Desperately identify with reflections of strangers
The chastity of empty eyelids where sunset stripped you
These are the hooks that keep us hanging on
These are the hooks that keep us hanging on
How predictable was that exit?
The Kind Is Dead