World's Straightest Line - Destroy Babylon

Your accident, like, «peek-a-boo!

Here I am

«Filters paint the foreground red.

So, there I stand

If you want it, you’ve gotta feed it every day

The lead bleeds indecencies—the price you pay

We both know what you came for, baby

I’m out here riding the tide

A sickness for tragedy;

somehow, I’m making it mine

Some yellow tape, a brief Act Two, and we all go home

The seed is spent, a two-car wreck;

we’re more alon

If you flaunt it, you’ve gotta need it in every way

A scne queen, dead frequencies—my prize you pay

We both know what you came for, baby

I’m out here riding the tide

A sickness for tragedy;

somehow, I’m making it mine

Whatever it is, I can make it mine

I’m drawing the world’s shortest, straightest line