Paint It Black Past Tense, Future Perfect Lyrics
It's got nothing to do with luck, & it's got nothing to do with sin.
New Lexicon Track Listing
1 The Ledge
2 Four Deadly Venoms
3 We Will Not
4 Past Tense, Future Perfect
5 Missionary Position
6 White Kids Dying of Hunger
7 Gravity Wins
8 Dead Precedents
9 The Beekeeper
10 Check Yr Math
11 So Much for Honour Among Thieves
12 New Folk Song
15 Shell Game Redux
You said, "God's got it in for you. You're fucked," but I don't believe in him.
Standing underneath stars and satellites.
The sky is not falling on my head tonight.
I can see it out of the corner of my eye, but this time I've got a running start.
"What a perfect match," I thought, "Your black eyes and my black heart."
It's in my blood. No, not that tired cliche.
For me it's literal, just check the hospital bill.
It's in my heart. Filed under "left for dead," and sewn together with a needle and thread.
It's in my head. History is fiction. God can't touch us now; we're out of his jurisdiction.
We are invincible. We may bend, but we will not be broken. [x3]