Bastards

[Verse 1] You can get anything that you want In a particular array of styles And you’re addicted to the photographs But your subscription to the magazine is running out You can keep everyone satisfied By the choices that you make in life And dressing to impress your neighbor But our sun-dried bones all probably look the same In the end we’re semi-permanent With a low participation rate No membership required to find yourself in someone else’s sad routine I can’t help but get еxcited at The possibility of other plans So I'll writе myself out of the contract With the blood from my cut-up hands From my hands [Chorus] Maybe, when the tension’s overflowing We'll take the scissors to the line Kill ourselves and make a difference Maybe, when you feel it all collapsing There’s nothing left here to enjoy I think we’re ready for the asteroid [Verse 2] You can feel anything you want You can allow it with a shred of doubt And you’re addicted to synthetic stimulation but the medicine is running out And I’m feeling like I'm lost at sea Through the abysses of infinity And I’m terrified to fall asleep and find myself in someone else’s broken dreams We should all go back to what we were When everyone was worshipping the sun And avoid success at any cost and have no idea what we should become Or you can meet me in another world Where we’re mesmerised at the design We’ll never know, we’ll never know, we’ll never know what it is when it hits us from behind From behind Oh-ho-ho [Chorus] Maybe, when the tension’s overflowing We take the scissors to the line Kill ourselves and make a difference Maybe, when you feel it all collapsing There’s nothing left here to enjoy I think we’re ready for the asteroid Maybe, if you speak to me more clearly We wouldn’t need a new connection Pick it up and find a better place to float away [Outro] And I’m begging for forgiveness Lose my superstitious fears And count the hours down from twenty-four to one And I’m feeling pins and needles Everything is seeming needless Acupuncture all the evil things away Wash your blood-stained hands in no man’s land And it'll hit you like a wave That we could always finish this another day