Finally balance and penance
For dreaming of better things
Simply, poor me and poor you
We'd have done kind things with the money
I'm sorry it was all me and for nothing, nothing but in
Final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
Like horns rained down from
In final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
And final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
A tone, detuned so low
That the writhing rhythm is a klaxon
It's wailing and random
A pattern mistaken for passion
It's friction between the soul
And the world outside of your own soul
Its grinding is deafening
Like horns rained down from heaven
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
The writhing rhythm is a
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
A pattern mistaken for a
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
The world outside of your
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
Like horns rained down from heaven
Heaven
Horns rained down from heaven
Dead Internet Video (MV)
Performed By: Foxing
Language: English
Length: 2:57
Written by: Conor Murphy, Jon Hellwig, Eric Hudson, Brett Torrence
Foxing - Dead Internet Lyrics
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Finally balance and penance
For dreaming of better things
Simply, poor me and poor you
We'd have done kind things with the money
I'm sorry it was all me and for nothing, nothing but in
Final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
Like horns rained down from
In final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
And final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
A tone, detuned so low
That the writhing rhythm is a klaxon
It's wailing and random
A pattern mistaken for passion
It's friction between the soul
And the world outside of your own soul
Its grinding is deafening
Like horns rained down from heaven
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
The writhing rhythm is a
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
A pattern mistaken for a
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
The world outside of your
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
Like horns rained down from heaven
Heaven
Horns rained down from heaven
For dreaming of better things
Simply, poor me and poor you
We'd have done kind things with the money
I'm sorry it was all me and for nothing, nothing but in
Final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
Like horns rained down from
In final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
And final reckoning
It has meaning you cannot imagine
A tone, detuned so low
That the writhing rhythm is a klaxon
It's wailing and random
A pattern mistaken for passion
It's friction between the soul
And the world outside of your own soul
Its grinding is deafening
Like horns rained down from heaven
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
The writhing rhythm is a
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
A pattern mistaken for a
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
The world outside of your
Final reckoning
It has meaning
You cannot imagine
Like horns rained down from heaven
Heaven
Horns rained down from heaven
Writer: Conor Murphy, Jon Hellwig, Eric Hudson, Brett Torrence
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © TERRORBIRD PUBLISHING LLC