Texty: Blood Red Shoes. It Is Happening Again.

Your repetition is killing us, killing us
We made a story and it wore off, it wore off
So what is this?
My head spins

The air?s getting thick now and I can?t breathe
The words are coming so easily
The air?s getting thick now and I can?t breathe
The words are coming so easily

Oh no, oh no
Everybody out, everybody out of here
I can?t stand it
Everybody out, everybody out of here

A broken mind, a fear of rage, fear of rage
We tried our best but nothing came, nothing came
So what is this?
I feel nothing

The air?s getting thick now and I can?t breathe
The words are coming so easily
The air?s getting thick now and I can?t breathe
The words are coming so easily

Oh no, oh no
Everybody out, everybody out of here
I can?t stand it
Everybody out, everybody out of here