Manchester Orchestra - Pride
 
 
 
 Finally I felt the calming breeze 
 Stepping out to watch the final scene. 
 After all it’s you, my pride, and me. 
 I can speak whatever I can speak. 
 You see. 
 
 Now I found the way to meet the means. 
 Faker face to make the kingdom clean. 
 After all it’s me, the king, and the beast. 
 Whatever… whatever… I can’t speak 
 A thing. 
 
 How can I explain my winded feet? 
 Cut them off in 2nd Mark it seems. 
 Cut me off before I start to see. 
 But I can cry as long as my deceit. 
 You see? 
 Me. 
 See. 
 Me. 
 Me. Me. Me. 
 
 Sound. I’m a dead neck, what a habit, 
 so I’ll dig it up and bury it in 
 Ground. What broke head, I think I’m dyin’, 
 I need another one to incubate the 
 Sound. What broke head, what a habit, 
 I need another and another one 
 The Ground. What a dead head, I think I’m dyin’, 
 I think I’m dyin’ for another one 
 The Sound. What a broke neck, what a lion, 
 I need another and another one 
 The Sound. What a cheap trick, 
 what a habit, what a habit when I need it yeah 
 The Sound. What a dead neck, what a lion, 
 I need another and another one 
 The Sound. What a cheap trick, 
 what a habit, I think I’m dyin’ for 
 The Sound. What a dead neck, 
 what a habit, I think I’ll dig up and bury it in 
 Ground. What a broke head, 
 I think I’m dyin’, I think dyin’.