Christopher Lord Byrd - Piano Nights Lyrics

We got sad; it ain't half bad
We're embered and red in an unmade bed
Automate the beat of the dread
Screw the refrain-hell's in your head

A hollering crowd took to this town
Rake it in babe: what good-looking frowns
Fluorescent needs, the tasty debris
A deathless unease is lingering

It's perfect for me

Kick your pain across the floor
Blacken every studio door
Who cares what they're bartering for
The mineral's free-ain't that obscene