Lakhey

On the line On my conscience Burning bright Touch the surface Gather round Save a seat There's a hole inside There's a show to find Grab yourself another seven drinks, My love There's danger in the sermon, Don't you think, my love Living just to wait for A dancer that will last Hail to the slave and the sacrifice These mountains and the Stars tend to steal the light So young until we're Told that they gave us life Now movement is A virtue and vice tonight By the sound By the window Over ground There's the answer Gather round Save a seat There's a hole inside There's a show to find Appease me with your Warm and mild fangs, my love The villagers are terrified And wild, my love Swirling through the ether, The dancer in the mask Hail to the slave and the sacrifice These mountains and The stars tend to steal the light So young until we're Told that they gave us life Now movement is a A virtue and vice tonight Hail to the slave and the sacrifice These mountains and The stars tend to steal the light So young until we're Told that they gave us life Now movement is a A virtue and vice tonight Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh Hail to the slave and the sacrifice These mountains and The stars tend to steal the light So young until we're Told that they gave us life Now movement is a A virtue and vice tonight Hail to the slave and the sacrifice These mountains and The stars tend to steal the light So young until we're Told that they gave us life Now movement is a A virtue and vice tonight