Dance Gavin Dance The Robot With Human Hair, Pt. 2 1/2 song lyrics

(So far I’ll lay low in pretense and smack your body)

(Legs up, some hair pull, it's retro, oops I call shotty)

(So scram and branded, the pylon, it's silver ion)

(Blowing glass, insurgent mask, the thickest trap door covered in ice)

Stay close innocent

The signs to hide his scent

No room for ghosts

(The lock and legs are set to bank in someone's home)

(Salon will place a bet to cut a hairball loan)

(The lifeless shit of mess)

(Confusing ice cream cone)

(If you can't read my text then get a mind read phone)

(It's okay, I have no legs)

(On this bra sailing gen)

(You? Right, day?)

Oh, jump on top as I wander around

(Get the best of this no down pre-lay)

Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth

My body starts to sort it out

Hey, jump on top as I wander around

(Get the best of this no down pre-lay)

Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth

My body starts to sort it out

(Package this in seedy tones)

(You mock a painless death, we'll beat your dome)

(You're softly blocking Mess, so fly him home)

(With a racist comment, the leaky chrome, what's up?)

(A toxic note confess, a soap caress)

(A simple notion comment for less)

(But I like my nest)

(I wanna call it my mess)

('Cause the last time I cried, well, I got dressed)

Oh, and I swear this won't... (We came back for this)

I swear, It won't... (We came back for this)

Oh, and I swear this won't... (We came back for this)

I swear, It won't... (We came back like this)

Oh, jump on top as I wander around

(Get the best of this no down pre-lay)

Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth

My body starts to sort it out

Hey, jump on top as I wander around

(Get the best of this no down pre-lay)

Oh, the bed flows as it rocks back and forth

My body starts to sort it out

Hold your breath, make a scene

(I blamed the fact of my division, so long in temporary places) And everyone around is making it sound so good

(The long lost pitch of your invention lay hidden bond inside its place)

How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm not coming back? (When something less will come together and solid walls will fall apart)

How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm not coming back? (So lately piece of mind is setting, when did the weather taste so tart?)

How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm not coming back? (Will running solve a contradiction of makeshift tomes and revelations)

How many faces have to crack, before they realize I'm never going to find my place (The pious price of buying diction, a speech I never should have made)

I'm not coming back