DLZ - TV on The Radio

Congratulations on the mess you made of things;

On trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings

And oxidation is the compromise you own

But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones saved

You force your fire then you falsify your deeds

Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds

And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds

But this is beginning to feel like the dog's lost her lead

This is beginning to feel like the long

Winded blues of the never

This is beginning to feel like it's curling up slowly

And finding a throat to choke

This is beginning to feel like the long

Winded blues of the never

Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture

And blowing the crows the smoke

This is beginning to feel like the long

Winded blues of the never

Static eplosion devoted to crushing the broken

And shoving their souls to ghost

Eternalised Objectified

You set your sights so high

But this is beginning to feel like

The bolt busted loose from the lever

Never you mind

Death professor

Your structure's fine

My dust is better

Your victim flies so high

All to catch a bird's eye view of who's next

Never you mind

Death professor

Love is life

My love is better

Your fiction flies so high

Eyes could be the diamonds

Confused with who's next

Never you mind

Death professor

Your shocks are fine

My struts are better

Your fiction flies so high

Y'all could use a doctor

Who's sick who's next

Never you mind

Death professor

Electrified my love is better

It's crystallized so'm I

All could be the diamond

Fused with who's next

This is beginning to feel

Like the dawn of the luz of forever

This is beginning to feel

Like the dawn of the luz of forever

This is beginning to feel

Like the dawn of the luz of forever

This is beginning to feel

Like the dawn of the luz of forever