Текст песни Vignette - twenty one pilots

Not sure when it started
Peelin' from his bones
Piece it back together all alone
Hope it held together long enough for he
To pitch the greener grasses and hope that she would agree
Fresh off a binger in the woods, flesh covered in bites
Testing what is real, what is good. Man, it's been a long night

It's a tribute to zombies of which I've become
Where do I go from here? Where do I go from here?

Clinging to promises, fighting off the vignette
Tunnels cave, visions fade, swallowed by the vignette

He's thinking, "There's no way I'm headed there"
Always sure-footed, educated, and was never scared
Now he can't hold out his hand without it shaking
Hounded by a bunch of dead when the search party found him
Fresh off a binger in the woods, flesh covered in bites
Testing what is real, what is good. Man, it's been a long night

It's a tribute to zombies of which I've become
Where do I go from here? Where do I go from here?

Clinging to promises, fighting off the vignette
Tunnels cave, visions fade, swallowed by the vignette

No, not me, it's for a friend
No-no, not me, it's for a friend
No, not me, it's for a friend
No-no, not me, it's for a friend
Denial

Clinging to promises, fighting off the vignette
Tunnels cave, visions fade, swallowed by the vignette

No, not me, it's for a friend (mmm)
No-no, not me, it's for a friend (mmm)
No, not me, it's for a friend (mmm)
No-no, not me, it's for a friend
Denial

No, not me, it's for a friend
No-no, not me, it's for a friend
No, not me, it's for a friend
No-no, not me, it's for a friend
Denial