Sabbath Incantation - Thom Yorke

You see right through distorted eyes You know you have to learn The execution of your mind You really have to turn The race is run, the book is read The end begins to show The truth is out, the lies are old But you don't want to know Nobody will ever let you know When you ask the reasons why They just tell you that you're on your own Fill your head all full of lies The people who have crippled you You want to see them burn The gates of life have closed on you And there's just no return You're wishing that the Could take your mind away And you don't care if you don't see Again the light of day Nobody will ever let you know When you ask the reasons why They just tell you that you're on your own Fill your head all full of lies You bastards Where can you run to What more can you do No more tomorrow Life is killing you Dreams turn to nightmares Heaven turns to Hell Burnt out confusion Nothing more to tell, yeah Everything around you What's it coming to God knows as your dog knows Bog blast all of you Sabbath, bloody Sabbath Nothing more to do Living just for dying Dying just for you, yeah

Don't get too close This shore is cavernous and cold Too close is cavernous and cold Cavernous and cold You're collecting empty shells Too late to scribe, alive in my soul I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul A marbled ocean of steaming ghosts They bore what's tavernous and told A haunted ocean is tavernous and told I am where the fearing dwells Too late to scribe, alive in my soul I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul Don't get too close To this haunted ocean of steaming ghosts Too late to scribe, alive in my soul I'd rather hide than fight you, stealing my soul Too late to scribe, alive in my soul I'd rather hide, hide, hide, hide Cavernous, cold Cavernous, cold, cold, cold, cold

Come under my wings, little bird Come under my wings, little bird Come under my wings Unmade Unmade I swear that there's nothing Up my sleeve And then back again I swear there's nothing Unmade There's no faces Won't grow back again Broken pieces Unmade I swear there's nothing Won't grow back again I swear there's nothing Come under my wings Come under my wings Come under my wings Under my wings We're unmade

Hammer in, suffer beauty Candle in is for magnificence I will lie to them too For you For you For you to change lanes Violence, we're saying sorry Somewhere left on the highway Leaving most of me hanging With you With you