Black Lips....Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains....

We get along and their very boones decay, Try to find what little else remain, My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained, You try to make a living by using what you got, But the way that it's been going, Well you gonna get shot, He's an old cold hand, Missfortune passed down from long times ago, Been rendered senseless in a temple made of gold, I heard you're really out here all alone, I'm stuck in limbo and you're perched atop a throne, You try to make a living by using what you got, But the way that it's been going, Well you better run fast, He's an old cold hand, Subconsciousness been splayed on cankered brains, We get along and their very boones decay, Try to find what little else remain, My heart still beating but I'm feeling so restrained....