Twenty One Pilots - Luminol lyrics

Here we all are born into a struggle To come so far but end up returning to dust Oxfam panache and tips his hat (Laces undone) He has no truck with idle chat (Work to be done) The songs he learned from scratched LPs Stops in mid-flow to sip his tea He strums the chords with less than grace (Songs we all know) Each pa**ing year etched on his face (Sun, rain or snow) The words he sings are not his own They speak of things he'll never know