At The Drive-In - Rascuache Lyrics

Fences,
With switches.
Turn them on.

The moats of,
Your homes.
Poured salt on these slugs.

Mugshot.
Fatigue.
Shimmering.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.
Slowly, slowly.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.

Tourniquet,
Of gossip.
On a board of checkered chess.

Salt ring.
Probing.
In case of emergency.

Stampede,
Is coming.
Mastadon infantry.

Radiate,
This frequency.
And show me just what the hell you mean.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.

Eggs crack.
Here comes the bride.
Lavender and smothered in black turpentine.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.

Pacemaker, pace yourself.
You were slowly clawing your way out.