Beaks of Benevola

Walking around in the corridor without a sound of the heart or the floor
 The savages' all asleep, and the infirmary is quiet... like a morgue
 Humming a tune from the Devil's brigade in the pondering silket silence
 Perishable in debt, they pays the rent to all the evils to repent
 Yes, I wanna be good
 Yes, I wanna be righteous for the perished and unfolded
 Forever blind, never misunderstood
 Find a place in the woods among the bluebirds on the river bed
 With chuckled beaks in silence
 Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
 (I wanna be good)
 Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
 (I wanna be good)
 It's the end of the line, blind, babies in the ballroom
 Fade away, it's the house of detention
 Out here we're lost in the haze
 A thousand days are shorter than an hour... in the sun
 Like a splinter to the spine
 Trade your soul for the bliss of believing
 Stars in the ceiling, ghouls in the curtains, grass on the floor
 China on the table and the river and the sink
 Creatures of the night watch sleeping on broken wings
 Yes, I wanna be good
 Yes, I wanna be righteous for the perished and unfolded
 Forever blind, never misunderstood
 Find a place in the woods among the bluebirds on the river bed
 With chuckled beaks in silence
 Lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
 (I wanna be good)
 Lalala lal lala, lalala lala lalala, lalala lala lalala la la
 (I wanna be good)