I want to take my head and cut it open extra wide. Want to examine oh the thoughts that seem to cricle
Inside. Electrocute my thoughts or put my self on stand by. I'm so over, I'm so over (you). Let's open up the
Sky and let the clichés pour. Everything has been executed better before. 8-bit Fantasies, I'm yesterday's
Technology. Follow the leader, jump off with me. The wine is dripping with the blood off of my finger
Tips. The mitochodrion are revolting, please take care of it. Carnivorous cells are winning against your
Cancer lips. So come over so come over... Oh my god, I want to tear you apart. I am walking but I'm still
Asleep. Oh my lord, this is blasphemy. Wake me up before I fall too deep. I wish I had an original thought
Inside my skull. Everything has been done a million times before. My dream sequence has become my life or
So it seems. All my friends are dead, in a perfect scene. Oh my god, I want to tear you apart. I am
Walking but I'm still asleep. Oh my lord, this is blasphemy. Wake me up before I fall too deep. In too
Deep. Oblivious and numb. I want hurt you, but I can't cut you fast enough. The ink is dripping, and my
Letter has become a mess. I want to hate you, but hate is love, just reversed. Why do we talk about things
That we loathe the most?
Inside. Electrocute my thoughts or put my self on stand by. I'm so over, I'm so over (you). Let's open up the
Sky and let the clichés pour. Everything has been executed better before. 8-bit Fantasies, I'm yesterday's
Technology. Follow the leader, jump off with me. The wine is dripping with the blood off of my finger
Tips. The mitochodrion are revolting, please take care of it. Carnivorous cells are winning against your
Cancer lips. So come over so come over... Oh my god, I want to tear you apart. I am walking but I'm still
Asleep. Oh my lord, this is blasphemy. Wake me up before I fall too deep. I wish I had an original thought
Inside my skull. Everything has been done a million times before. My dream sequence has become my life or
So it seems. All my friends are dead, in a perfect scene. Oh my god, I want to tear you apart. I am
Walking but I'm still asleep. Oh my lord, this is blasphemy. Wake me up before I fall too deep. In too
Deep. Oblivious and numb. I want hurt you, but I can't cut you fast enough. The ink is dripping, and my
Letter has become a mess. I want to hate you, but hate is love, just reversed. Why do we talk about things
That we loathe the most?
Other albums by the artist
A Dream Within a Dream (Catskill Session)
2007 · single
Don't Cut Your Fabric To This Year's Fashion
2004 · album
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