Burning Airlines - A Lexicon lyrics

Now the leeches are in love, and the serenade's begun. Maybe you're the lucky one, but you can't trust a simple song. You're no fun. Always speeding to outrun, identification. Stoop for the honor; this pen's poison. Defeated honorees, trade self-made mythologies. Who are these vampires, these ugly beauties? We are, we are steering by falling stars. Swearing upon a lexicon of scars, but sweetest revenge never comes true. Why sing it again? Try something new. Testing fatal deficits. Proves to you that you exist. Part-time a**a**in, Who's next on this list? We are, we are steering by falling stars. Swearing upon a lexicon of scars, but sweetest revenge never comes true. Why sing it again? Try something new. If this is a curse, I christen you, King Midas in reverse, without retinue, your mercenary faith begoning proof. When sweetest revenge never comes true. Why sing it again? Why sing it again?