Lyrics A Lexicon - Burning Airlines

A Lexicon

now the leeches are in love,
and the serenade’s begun.
maybe you’re the lucky one,
but you can’t trust a simple song.
you’re no fun.
are we speeding to outrun identification?
stoop for the honor,
this pen’s poison.
defeated honorees trade self-made mythologies.
who are these vampires,
these ugly beauties?
we are.
we are steering by falling stars,
swearing upon a lexicon of scars,
but sweetest revenge never comes true.
why sing it again?
try something new.
test for fatal deficits.
prove to you that you exist.
part-time assassin,
who’s next on this list?
we are.
we are steering by falling stars,
swearing upon a lexicon of scars,
but sweetest revenge never comes true.
why sing it again?
try something new.
if this is a curse,
it christens you king midas in reverse
without retinue,
your mercenary faith begging for proof
when sweetest revenge never comes true.
why sing it again?
why sing it again?