Brand New "Degausser" |
Goodbye to sleep, I think this staying up is exactly what I need Well take apart your head Take apart the counting, and the flock it has bred Goodbye to love, Well it's a ride that will push you up Right against the wall Take apart your head (Right against the wall) Chew it up and swallow it (Does everybody really need to know everyone? Do you really think you're really a part of it? And is your army really one of some thousands? And will you declare war on the loony bin?) You're brought back but you're running I'll find sleep in the end tonight I can't shake this little feeling I'll never get anything right Goodbye you liar, Well you sipped from the cup but you don't own up to anything Then you think you will inspire Take apart your head (and I wish I could inspire) Take apart your demons, in the attic to the left. (When I arrive will God be waiting and pacing around his throne? Will he feel a little Old Testament? And will he celebrate with fire and brimstone Yeah, I admit, I am afraid of the reckoning) (Goodbye my love) Brought back but you're running (You wait right here, they'll come and pick you up) I'll find sleep in the end tonight (I've been on pause, I'm shaking off the rust) I can't shake this little feeling (I've lost my charge, I've been degaussed) I'll never say anything right I'm on my own, I'll never say anything right (I've been degaussed) I'm on my own, I'll never say anything right (I've been degaussed) I'm on my own, I'll never say anything right (I've been degaussed) I'm on my own, I'll never say anything right (I've been degaussed) Well take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head Say I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in When we were made we were set apart Life is a test and I get bad marks Now some saint got the job of writing down my sins The storm is coming, the storm is coming in You're brought back but you're running I'll find sleep in the end tonight I can't shake this little feeling I'll never get anything right I'm on my own, I'll never say anything right (I've been degaussed) I'm on my own, I'll never say anything right (I've been degaussed) Take me, take me back to your bed I love you so much that it hurts my head I don't mind you under my skin I'll let the bad parts in, the bad parts in Well you're my favorite bird and when you sing I really do wish you'd wear my ring No matter what they say, I am still the king And now the storm is coming, the storm is coming in Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |