Smoke Ya Later - The Acacia Strain

The searchlights have stopped

That means the helicopters

Have stopped searching for me

I finally got to see the sky (got to see the sky)

I finally got to see the sky (got to see the sky)

I finally got to see the sky (got to see the sky)

And I finally got to see the sky

Bright red with brilliance

Just like the blood that came

Shooting out of your eyes

Bright red like brilliance

Bright red like brilliance

Bright red

I finally got to see the sky

I finally got to see the sky

I finally got to see the sky

And i finally got to see the sky

If you won’t look at me you won’t look at anyone

If you won’t look at me you won’t look at anyone

The comparison is astounding

As the grass turned the color of the sky you told me you were sorry

Turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry

Turned the color of the sky, you told me you were sorry

Turned the color of the sky you told me you were wrong

But that’s what they all say

That’s what they all say (that's what they all say)

On your knees and tell me you can live without me

Your empty sockets will serve as my love

Your empty sockets will serve as my love