partridge Video (MV)

I don't like to dress the coiled traces
Unwind your peace of mind laid out to bathe in
You glide those fingers right down
Now I'm the night
There's nothing left of all the scavenged faces
They're gonna have to scrape me off the tape
Grind the way
Wipe the slate
Bury me in thirds somewhere across state to state
Burden on a holy sake
Sirens dive to light the missile
Hustle in a swarm of paradiddles
It's so murky in these tight streets
I must be Satan because I got a fetish for the naive
I eat the sleep subconsciously with suicide streaks
Don't press the chic
Aim it at my head once more
Let the children flee as we showdown in a scene geeked
We can both finally face our beast
Have our peace but
We don't drape that kind of glory in the wild west
My best is when I let the blood pour out your neck
And I apply the pressure
The same you fed me when I was left with demolished architecture
And you were the only one on that stretcher
F*ck you Zeis
Good night
Rest in peace
I love you America