Vampire Rodents - Calibrations lyrics

A word on the lips A lie in the making Block his progress, catch his fall Let his master make the call Pa**ed the age of taking sides In the corners of your eyes it lies If we would all turn green tomorrow It wouldn't mean a thing We'd soon divide amongst ourselves According to the pitch we sing The wheel is shrinking Snake swallows its tail Pa**ed the age of taking sides In the corners of your eyes it lies Alchemist, lungs of gold He should've stopped when he was told If we would all turn green tomorrow It wouldn't mean a thing We'd soon divide amongst ourselves According to the pitch we sing