Lucifer

Open positions, and sing songs of love
Then repent against yourself
And swallow your own foot

It stinks like fermentation and I know it's your brain
Because it's just like the past
Which I cannot forget

It's just like
Just like
Just like
Just like.... no

Shallow old rotting stiffs
That live in some graves
Perpetuating throw backs
From said such old graves, old graves

It's just like
Just like
Just like
Just like
Just like
Just like
Just like
Just like.... no

I hold aspiration, it's in a key
So I count the tickets, oh I count the tickets
I hold aspiration, and it's in a key
I count the tickets, I count the tickets

I hold aspiration, it's in a key
I count the tickets, I count the tickets

I hold aspiration, it's in a key
I count the tickets and I count the tickets

It's just like
It's just like
It's just like
.... Fire