Model Decoy - The Sound & the Fury Lyrics

You can tie me to the railroad track
With the engine comin’
Buy/by the time my legs grow back
You better be runnin’
I'm a slasher film
But you keep on stumblin’
Can't you hear the strings?
They're tryin to tell you somethin’
I am your recommended dose of lead
Romero's fever dream standing by your bed
The sword of Damocles above your head
No longer black and white, from now on
May all your dreams be red
I can cut the wings off a fly
Or hit a 45 wit my .45 and not scratch the B side
Pistols at dawn by the seaside
I'll be there waiting when you decide
To meet your fate
I'm on the eastside of the interstate
With no patience for waitin’
I'm thinkin’ of a master plan
Freakin’ maximum effort when I land
I am your recommended dose of lead
Romero's fever dream standing by your bed
The sword of Damocles above your head
No longer black and white, from now on
May all your dreams be red
L'ennui, le malaise
The flat sun of my Moebius days
My gaze has shifted
My moral code's encrypted
Like a Bobby Fischer plan I twisted
Sun Tzu wouldn't know what to do with a pool fulla Bisquick
I was the best at Risk as a kid
I should start me a School for the Gifted
That's why there's always crazy in my eyes
‘Cause if I keep the Reaper laughin’, that means I can never die
We're just inkblots upon this page
Enraged walking shadows across the stage
Ashamed of the roles that they choose to play
Until it lines up
Then the Sound and the Fury signify us
Sparks of clashin’ steel
The blood spillinest
Bounties feed the ranks
Of true killers if
You wanna test the king
The head fillin’ the crown
Connects to a neck that won't bow
May all your dreams be red

You can tie me to the railroad track
With the engine comin’
Buy/by the time my legs grow back
You better be runnin’
I'm a slasher film
But you keep on stumblin’
Can't you hear the strings?
They're tryin to tell you somethin’
I am your recommended dose of lead
Romero's fever dream standing by your bed
The sword of Damocles above your head
No longer black and white, from now on
May all your dreams be red
I can cut the wings off a fly
Or hit a 45 wit my .45 and not scratch the B side
Pistols at dawn by the seaside
I'll be there waiting when you decide
To meet your fate
I'm on the eastside of the interstate
With no patience for waitin’
I'm thinkin’ of a master plan
Freakin’ maximum effort when I land
I am your recommended dose of lead
Romero's fever dream standing by your bed
The sword of Damocles above your head
No longer black and white, from now on
May all your dreams be red
L'ennui, le malaise
The flat sun of my Moebius days
My gaze has shifted
My moral code's encrypted
Like a Bobby Fischer plan I twisted
Sun Tzu wouldn't know what to do with a pool fulla Bisquick
I was the best at Risk as a kid
I should start me a School for the Gifted
That's why there's always crazy in my eyes
‘Cause if I keep the Reaper laughin’, that means I can never die
We're just inkblots upon this page
Enraged walking shadows across the stage
Ashamed of the roles that they choose to play
Until it lines up
Then the Sound and the Fury signify us
Sparks of clashin’ steel
The blood spillinest
Bounties feed the ranks
Of true killers if
You wanna test the king
The head fillin’ the crown
Connects to a neck that won't bow
May all your dreams be red