Manchester Orchestra - Pride



Finally I felt the calming breeze
Stepping out to watch the final scene.
After all it’s you, my pride, and me.
I can speak whatever I can speak.
You see.

Now I found the way to meet the means.
Faker face to make the kingdom clean.
After all it’s me, the king, and the beast.
Whatever… whatever… I can’t speak
A thing.

How can I explain my winded feet?
Cut them off in 2nd Mark it seems.
Cut me off before I start to see.
But I can cry as long as my deceit.
You see?
Me.
See.
Me.
Me. Me. Me.

Sound. I’m a dead neck, what a habit,
so I’ll dig it up and bury it in
Ground. What broke head, I think I’m dyin’,
I need another one to incubate the
Sound. What broke head, what a habit,
I need another and another one
The Ground. What a dead head, I think I’m dyin’,
I think I’m dyin’ for another one
The Sound. What a broke neck, what a lion,
I need another and another one
The Sound. What a cheap trick,
what a habit, what a habit when I need it yeah
The Sound. What a dead neck, what a lion,
I need another and another one
The Sound. What a cheap trick,
what a habit, I think I’m dyin’ for
The Sound. What a dead neck,
what a habit, I think I’ll dig up and bury it in
Ground. What a broke head,
I think I’m dyin’, I think dyin’.