Red Clock Lyrics – Trophy Knives

Heaven is closed for renovations
Do you wanna stay or do you wanna go?
Take a number, they’ll serve you in a minute
I think I’ll show myself out

You emulate the sound of my voice
Immitate the architecture
Say the things that I need to hear, whoah
We’ll dust off the violations

While you fill our heads with propositions
This red clock sounds oh too familiar, whoah

We’re living with expired traditions

Paper over cracks of tomorrow
Fashion shows to fuel narcissism, whoah
We’re living with such accusations
Lick the guilt of admiration

This red clock sounds oh too familiar, whoah
Send me back to the sun, I don’t wanna be known
Send mе back to the sun, I want the pale unknown
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Trophy Knives Lyrics – Red Clock

Trophy Knives

Red Clock