Sex, Suicide, and Sunglasses

I am an Indian
And you are my other side
You know sex is as close to suicide
A zombie before I die

Cavalries withhold
Monuments will fall
Ramparts we have watched
They're nothing if they're torched

They're nothing if they're
What you imagine, a little lie on the side
You know sex is as close to suicide
A zombie before I die

Vivisections of aggression
Mirrors reflect back confessions
Bleeding beyond control
The saints forgive our souls

So I've got to call upon my insides, head to toe
And remember that whenever
You would tell me you won't wait anymore
I would sigh and say "That's fine"

But I can't be to blame
For everything that I have yet to change
But you know me and

If you're living in reverse
It's a pattern, it's a pattern
If you're living in reverse
It's a pattern, it's a pattern

Can you imagine
You and I, on the line
You know sex is as close to suicide
A zombie before I die

Vivisections of aggression
Mirrors reflect back confessions
Bleeding beyond control
The saints forgive our souls
The saints forgive us

I am an Indian
And you are my other side
You know sex is as close to suicide
A zombie before I die

Cavalries withhold
The monuments will fall
Ramparts we have watched
They're nothing if they're torched

They're nothing if they're
Fuzz distortion, tonal overflow
Speaker feedback, can you feel that?
Simple pleasure I've got lumping in your throat

Heavy bassline makes me feel fine
Close door ope-
You ought-through machine
You gotta close door ope-
You ought to close the door open

Through the machine you've got to close the door open
Oh, oh, oh

If you're living in reverse
It's a pattern, it's a pattern
If you're living in reverse
It's a pattern, it's a pattern

I'm told it, I'm told it's
Very banded, very banded
I'm told it, I'm told it's
Very banded
I took a turnstile

I'm told it, I'm told it's
Very banded, very banded
Sunglasses for him
Sunglasses

I'm told it, I'm told it's
Very banded
I took a turnstile
Whoa, very banded