Lyrics

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This Hex

we are the watchers
we all assemble everyone
we are the jury and judge
for what you've done
we are the gallows
the shallow shadows of the sun
we make sure every head gets good and hung

get your saints; we're marching off to war
watch your mouth, watch your step, watch the windows
get your saints; we're marching off to war
while you slept, we have crept into your home
get your saints; we're marching off to war
shorting sheets, steeling teeth from their pillows
get your saints; we're marching off to war
tricks for treats, sugar sweet in the middle

things are looking up, but you're waiting for the
turnaround turnaround turnaround turnaround
things are looking up, but you're waiting for the
turnaround turnaround turnaround turnaround
things are looking up, but you're waiting for the
turnaround turnaround turnaround turnaround
things are looking up, but you're waiting for the
turnaround turnaround turnaround turn

around their rosey cheeks we speak in tounges
watch your mouth, watch your step, watch your windows
around their skinny necks this hex is spun
while you slept, we have crept into your home

but still, this hex exists within our hearts
hold still, the more you move the more it tightens up
within our hearts...

happiness keeps you honest
we recite faithfully these fabled words
we were friends, you were nervous
it's such an awful thing when we get what we deserve
i skipped out, you deserved it

get your saints; we're marching off to war
we've been before the judge before
get your saints; we're marching off to war
we're not the ones you thought we were
so shut it off