Dirt Poor Robins It Tore Your Heart Out
A century and the plague has spread
A suburban hell for the living dead
Locked alone in their lavish homes
With pets and wigs in their bloated thrones
Such a pure devotion to your skin
Who'll absolve you from your sin?
Your flee communion paranoid
Now your cup is the void
It tore your heart out
Oh!
When you didn't understand
Why the beat had started
It tore your heart out
Oh!
When you didn't understand
Why you want what you wanted
We're owls in the wilderness
Wandering upon the desert
Blistering, we tread the surface
Our bones are burning like a furnace
It tore your heart out
Oh!
When you didn't understand
Why the beat had started
It tore your heart out
Oh!
When you didn't understand
Why you want
Why you want what you wanted
We brave into the labyrinth
No prior plan for our descent
But charge in hand that might implore
The circuits of the minotaur
Fire with Fire
Bolt for bolt
The god of the maze will meet our ghost
And Hearts again might understand
The sap of tree, the blood of man
It tore your heart out
It tore your heart out
Ahh
When you didn't understand
Why you want, why you want, why you want
What you wanted
Why you want, why you want, why you want
What you wanted
(repeat)
Why you want, why you want, why you—
