Beam - Cymbals Eat Guitars

Beam me up to Jesus

Beam me up to Jesus I’m ready

Spider on the water

He’s a spider on the water

Save me please

I got this hollowed book

Full of my boring secrets

I quit this year but then I bought a pack

Have five or six then wet the rest

I need this voice to sing

The song’s the only thing that

Marks the time

Catch the breeze

Weary of

Fake epiphanies

Not the man

That I hoped

That’s alright

No one knows

Saying «hey» to Satan

He’s a dog in the yard on Morningstar

Half a buttered bagel

That I slip under the fence as an offering

Hot but his breath is freezing

And all I am is guilty

I quit this year but then I bought a dime

I ride the train

Count every pharmacy

It’s all we’ve got

Out on this fucking rock I’m

Marking the time

Catch the breeze

Weary of

Fake epiphanies

Not the man

That I hoped

That’s alright

No one knows

But me

But me