Amnesia - Kill the Vultures

Behind the curtains are closed doors

Half truths and cold floors

I got my backbone

Sorry you sold yours

Untold wars burn in our sleep

Surrender to silence and the turn of the key

Learning to speak the tongue

Of looking busy when the preacher come

Never learned the manuscript

Proper but i could teach you some

Two doors in front of you

Don’t settle for either one

Son of a gun or another believer’s son

Inhale dust particles flipping through old articles

Trying to find the source of where it started

From its hard to know

I know conviction is a lost cause carved in stone

Still remembers dull blades long after the scars are gone

Pulled the plug but the motor’s still running

It ain’t over till something stops the overkill coming

The colder chill hunts me

I’m not in good company

The wallpaper’s dizzy and the paranoia’s unleashed

Runs free

Runs wild like god’s son’s bastard child

Living on the stoop with cheap beer and black & milds

Pass the vile

I wouldn’t mind forgetting some

For getting high, forgetting dumb

Whichever one is quicker, son

Ridiculous

It’s only neckties and hypocrites

Reading from a book and drinking fake blood it was written with

Splitting hairs

Splitting families and splitting lips

Get in bed with them and spread the politicians

Amnesia, now you’re a believer

But the drugs won’t save you and the church won’t either

Amnesia

Now you’re a believer

Hands up, face down

You know the procedure

Amnesia

Now you’re a believer

But the drugs won’t save won’t save you

And the church won’t either

Amnesia

Now you’re a believer

Hands up, face down

You know the procedure

What you running from

It’s standing there, must be fate

Might as well look your demon in it’s ugly face

Go ahead and try to turn it into something safe

Until you realize you brushing your teeth with a rusty blade

Let’s escape through the unified solitude

Humanize the bottle, too

And pray nobody follows you

Cover your tracks well

Holler if you catch hell

If i’m not there in time i didn’t know you that well

No pressure, hold tight

No pressure

Don’t look down

Don’t look back, they’ll get 'cha

Bet your bottom buck

Cool and cordial is not enough

They went to tip their wine glass bottoms up and got ‘em stuck

Must be dipping out your own supply

Living life in one gear: over drive, no surprise

Here’s a blessing to the frozen sky

Let us see just one more sunset it’s closing eyes

I broke the bottle that’s buried inside my pigment

The pigment is just a color that colors all of my vision

I seen it clear enough for the both of us

I’m bout to fill your sober cup so maybe you can open up

Open up a little more

Put it on the killing floor

And you can fight your civil war

That’s not a riddle or simile, metaphor

It’s just the goddamn truth that you must need a symbol for

Amnesia

Now you’re a believer

But the drugs won’t save you and the church won’t either

Amnesia

Now you’re a believer

Hands up, face down

You know the procedure

Amnesia

Now you’re a believer

But the drugs won’t save won’t save you

And Jesus don’t need ya

Amnesia

Now you’re a believer

Hands up, face down

You know the procedure