Celestial

No tv for the weekend babe
You’re almost alive
Situated among thieves and skulls
Under blue light

Vinyl’s cheaper than leather
It’s almost a crime

Getting nowhere in these alcoholic times
Praise yourself girl it’s beyond celestial!

I can see the future
But I can't tell lies
I deny them good intentions
Have some decency to mention
‘bout your fleeting eye
How you like to draw attention
Makes me wonder if I

Getting nowhere in these alcoholic times
Praise yourself boy it’s beyond

Wear your gloves and count to ten
Feast of all mankind
Newly wed but nearly dead

Sacred language
Makes us rawr
Vulgar is the sound
Taste the whip now
Cry some more

Man it feels so good to sin
Funny it feels so right
Such a hawk but such a hound

Human like impression
Under hollow sky
His figure rather sublime

Look what you made me do now
There’s blood dripping on the couch
You see that man in the cloud

This is not art
(this is)
This is not life
(this is)
This is not art
(this is)
This is not life
This is art