Тексты песен At The Drive In

This is the accent of the halfhearted land Does it all make sense now And if the ship was built in bottled sand Does it all make sense now The anchor's kiss was scrawled in dyslexic crayon Yes it all

Pinch history feel the pinch blistering Pinch me in my dreams cause i'm still not listening X marks the spot on your calendar days A beard half eaten smiled crawling with legs Temper temper temperatur

Pet sounds filling pet peeve void's Black and white tv with the sound turned down Is it mono or stereo? Lending aneurysm satisfaction in the Fruitless gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile Trick ourselves