Entropology by School Is Cool Lyrics
I’ve got my veins tangled up, you see
And now my skin is a tapestry
Erect a wall only to wreck it down
I wear opinions like a wedding gown
And not much left for me to explain
If all goes well you won’t see me again
And now a sun is setting on a town
“I won’t be back but I will be around”
A sudden feeling takes me
I’m waiting here, just waiting
The ferryman is coming
His hand held out for coin
“I wanna thank you for the backlash
It’s taken up my afternoon.”
I’m waiting at the station
There’s fresh blood on the tracks
There’s fresh blood on the-
An empty shell is where his head once stood
He drove a car once but he dented the hood
And even warcries that he used to do
They turn to grey like the songs he used to do
His legs were aching and his hands were shaking
He heard a snap and knew his will was breaking
“Don’t fear the end because you won’t be here anymore
You’ll have to face the fact you will be right before, though.”
The old ways are outdated
Get ready for the new
We’re grappling with the logic
Of all we once held true
A break on the horizon
For science and the truth
There’s no right way of telling
Which is which or who is who
A sudden feeling takes me
I’m waiting here, just waiting
The ferryman is coming
His hand held out for coin
“I wanna thank you for the backlash
It’s taken up my afternoon.”
I’m waiting at the station
There’s fresh blood on the tracks
[x2]
And now my skin is a tapestry
Erect a wall only to wreck it down
I wear opinions like a wedding gown
And not much left for me to explain
If all goes well you won’t see me again
And now a sun is setting on a town
“I won’t be back but I will be around”
A sudden feeling takes me
I’m waiting here, just waiting
The ferryman is coming
His hand held out for coin
“I wanna thank you for the backlash
It’s taken up my afternoon.”
I’m waiting at the station
There’s fresh blood on the tracks
There’s fresh blood on the-
An empty shell is where his head once stood
He drove a car once but he dented the hood
And even warcries that he used to do
They turn to grey like the songs he used to do
His legs were aching and his hands were shaking
He heard a snap and knew his will was breaking
“Don’t fear the end because you won’t be here anymore
You’ll have to face the fact you will be right before, though.”
The old ways are outdated
Get ready for the new
We’re grappling with the logic
Of all we once held true
A break on the horizon
For science and the truth
There’s no right way of telling
Which is which or who is who
A sudden feeling takes me
I’m waiting here, just waiting
The ferryman is coming
His hand held out for coin
“I wanna thank you for the backlash
It’s taken up my afternoon.”
I’m waiting at the station
There’s fresh blood on the tracks
[x2]