You can't make me believe what I don't I can breathe through the pen in my throat I don't fear the pit, I will float
OOh Don't wanna say the quiet part out loud But we're not profound, we're just meat OOh Think you've been talking to the modern world But, my friend, I heard your scream
Oh, canary, canary, canary Under the ground Canary, canary, canary Under the ground (Under the ground)
I don't think it's a trick of the light (Heed my warning) No more dreaming in black and white (Heed my warning) All I want is to brutalise (Heed my warning)
OOh I hear the drumming of the Hell-Kite priest On my bones they feast, but that's fine OOh I've got these rifles for my arms and legs And I've laid in bed enough time
Oh, canary, canary, canary Under the ground Canary, canary, canary Under the ground
I don't think it's a trick Oh, under the ground
Compositores: Alexander Kaines Robertshaw (PRS), Jeremy Joseph Pritchard (PRS), Jonathan Joseph Higgs (PRS), Michael David Spearman (PRS)Editor: Imagem Sounds (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #42808923 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM