Canary

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-ooh-ooh-ooh
Don't wanna say the quiet part out loud
But we're not profound, we're just meat
Ooh-ooh-ooh-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-ooh-ooh-ooh
I hear the drumming of the hellkite priest
On my bones they feast, but that's fine
Ooh-ooh-ooh-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
Ah, eh
(Under the ground)
Under the-, uh

Ah
I don't think it's a trick
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh...

Oh, under the ground