Biffy Clyro - Infinity Land (Tab) Album tab by Biffy Clyro with free online tab player, speed control and loop. Correct version. Added on May 24, 2007. Infinity Land, an Album by Biffy Clyro. Released October 3, 2004 on (catalog no. BBQCD 238; CD). Genres: Alternative Rock. Rated #493 in the best albums of 2004.

Diamonds, glitter and trauma tears, with an unfriendly atmosphere. We'll make our night, we'll make tonight. Your potential is underused, your skin will break into jigsaw shaped pieces of meat, you'll fall apart. You can save them all.

I believe that you can. You never listen. You never listen. But you are, the human, strobe.

You are the human strobe. We are, like lightening, surrounded. You are the human strobe.

Slaughtered moments and useless tales, encourage others to take the blame. I love you when, you're not around.

You can save them all. I believe that you can. You never listen. You never listen. Let's take aim, you're looking the other way. The right target, she's looking the other way.

There's no wreckage, I'll help you to do it right, tonight. We'll make it ours. You are, the human, strobe. You are the human strobe.

We are, like lightening, surrounded. You are the human strobe. Let's take aim, I'll help you to do it right. We'll make it ours.

You are, the human, strobe. You are the human strobe. We are, like lightening, surrounded.

You are the human strobe. Strung to Your Ribcage 2:39.

You'll never catch me. My belly is black, and, red.

Black and red. Black and red. Black and red. You complete me.

Fucking say it, fucking say it, fucking say it. It's like you're meant to be a hostage, another hostage, will eat you alive. Fucking say it, fucking say it, fucking say it. I take it for granted, that you'll feel at home. You complete me. When you flirt it makes me nauseous, I'm fucking nauseous, and I'll eat you.

I take it for granted, that you'll feel at home. Emotions never change, only towards you. Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.

Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage. Inflamed, in every other way, in every other way. Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage. Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage.

Inhale, the splinters and the rain, the splinters and the rain. Look down, I'm strung to your ribcage. Look down, I'm strung to your ribs. My Recovery Injection 4:13.

I've been waitin on the overdrive. Slick and polished on the inside. It ruins feeding time. I'll recover in an empty room. In remission from a real mood.

Sit down, fuck-up, and wait your turn. Why can't we hide, our secret lives? Why can't we climb, this useless height? You hide your time, so well.

Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness. You hide your scars, so well. I'll recover if you want me to. Dig my way out of my black mood.

Wait for the sun to fade. Why can't we hide, our useless lives? You hide your time, so well. Bamboo The Gift Of The Gods Pdf To Jpg more. Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness. You hide your scars, so well.

You hide your time, so well. Small scars of love, and hate, and happiness. You hide your scars, so well. And nothing matters anymore.

And nothing matters anymore. And nothing matters anymore. And nothing matters anymore.

And nothing matters anymore. And nothing matters anymore. (You.) And nothing matters anymore.

(Say.) And nothing matters anymore. (Nothing.) And nothing matters anymore. (You.) And nothing matters anymore. (Say.) And nothing matters anymore. (Nothing.) And nothing matters anymore. Got Wrong 2:58.

I don't wanna die, Don't expect me to die, I've got my enemies, within my sight, We're looking through a stain glassed genocide. I don't wanna die, Don't expect me to die, What's joy without the tears, filling our eyes? Memories of a perfect time. We dream of nothing, or so we say, We dream of discovering, a perfect trail, To the answers that, will seal our pale faces. That can't happen now, It's flickering out, Will we meet again?

I hope somehow, Even if we pass you on your way, out. I don't wanna die, Don't expect me to die, We can live forever. I don't wanna die, Don't expect me to die, We can live forever. Some Kind of Wizard 3:50. C-c-c-c-c-captain christ says!!

You think too much about the wrong things. You sing about the wrong things. Take extra special care!! Simply put you're a fuck up. C-c-c-c-c-captain christ says!! You think too much about the wrong things.

You sing about the wrong things. Take extra special care. Take extra special. Take extra special. Take on the world, at their own game.

You might succeed, and win again. Souls stay bare. Your' forked stare cuts through. You twist, you turn Wrapping around me, wrapping around me. Now, so tight, squeezing the life from me. You're facing a pointless task. But it's the same thing, and it's the same thing.