Panik Kit by Roadkill Ghost Choir Lyrics

Halos lasso daylight singers
Neither seem to mind
We know our limitations, fucker
We know what it's like

To be hurt
To be hexed
Feathers fall as gently as a lie

Body doubles troubled over miracles and science
Hand shake virgins kiss at dawn tangled in defiance

I am born
I am bored
Give me complex numbers to divide

A pornographic constellation, an automatic kill
Psilocybin changing faces
No money in the till

Telepath
Telephone
Operator disconnect the line
New York City shadows swallow dull, infinite sorrow
Summers in the half light, darling
Drowning in the shallows

Pessimist
Poor at war
Drone hums hell and I am still alive