Futurism

Your cage is what you make it If you decorate it It goes back faster Goes quick, laughter Permeates the carnage Laying out in sunlight At daybreak, oh Daybreak, oh Oh You look cute in plastic My existence, drastic And lake of flowers Burning flowers Try to make it faster Crayons in the laughter A screen of gel Patient hell Call it what you want, dear I call it fear And I am an expert Laying out brick by brick Call it what you need to I left behind reason Faith I take, I, faith I take, I --- Futurism - Deerhunter and Tim Presley