Pride

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’.