Been changing the angels
To six white wolves
Been mixing the whiskey with chemicals
Blind and bleeding sea salt on the starry snow
I said god damn

I’m sick of this flavor
Your crazy behavior
I need a reaction now
It’ll be four below
Before we go
Fuck it

At the lighthouse we murdered
The blacks and reds
There’s a bevy of angels surround your head
Barnacles eat the anchor on the sandy floor
The tumbling masses ending

When we reach the shore
We’ll toss back some shit champagne
And celebrate these golden days
Like we don’t need no one to change

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