Patent Pending - Heavens

Bring your book, bring your broken-hearted

We've got a vessel that we've chartered

Into the wide open sea

The two of us dearly departed

Bring a book with a happy ending

A remix of the message sending

Shiny, clean, this guillotine

New and improved, patent pending

Place a curse on the hearse we're driving

Cut the brake lines, end up dying

Glad to be traumatically

Against the ropes lost all hope trying

Finding ways to break the silence

And the quench our taste for violence

Shadow free's monstrosities

Crafting the fine art of patience

High time, we swore off everything we know

Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so

Bring your bored, bring your broken-hearted

We've got a vessel that we've charerted

Into the wide open sea

The two of us dearly departed

Bring a book with a happy ending

A remix of the message sending

Headless dreams of guillotines

Sharp, unclean, neverending

High time, we swore off everything you know

Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so

High time, we swore off everything we know

Sit tight, we'll be back with 666 in tow

High time, we swore off everything we know

Sit tight, we'll be back in six minutes or so

High time we swore off everything we know

Sit tight, we'll be back with 666 I know