Early Sunset Lyrics

Turn it up to 11, so someone in the past can hear

There's no place like heaven, the perfect place to disappear

You get lost in your own bubble

In your little world nothing gets to you

They reduce your rules to rubble

Steal a pretty pearl like they always do

Monster, father, liar, the shoulder on which you can cry

Molten, molten, like the beautiful one in the sky

Take it out on the masses, with your imaginary friend

Preaching ashes to ashes, the story coming to an end