Last Minute Cycle
Flatsound
There's a monster waiting at the door
Leaving scattered organs on the porch
See a silhouette of a certain ghost
What goes on inside when the curtains close
Do you dance alone?
Choose the mantra that you think you'll need
Measure passing time by the falling leaves
Back when we were kids we used to believe
One of us would make it on TV
But it couldn't be me
It couldn't be me