Conscience breed out this insurrection
We'll be a race of imitation
As the scourge of every promise
Take the delicate exile away
Lucid you bore the weight of all the world (4x)
Microbe prisms faith surrender
Purge your every broken mirror
Prozac eyes engulf our leaders
Prone enough to waste your every bone
Lucid you bore the weight of all the world (4x)
Do you get what you pray for?
Get what you pray for?
Lucid you bore the weight of all the world (4x)
Do you get what you pray for?
Get what you pray for?
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.