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One
01:12
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Got bit, got the disease today
Nothing to it but to get away
Try to run cos my head is playing games
And I don't want to play.
Give me back the old way.
It's not funny anymore, I just don't want to play. ok?
Got bit got the disease today. (Self diagnosis states for certain I'm a terminal case)
Nothing to it but to get away (If I keep moving I can kid myself I'm feeling a change)
I need to run from my head cos it's playing games
And I don't want to play.
Give me back the old way.
It's not fun anymore and I just don't want to play. Well Ok.
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Two
02:05
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Kids are crawling out from under their beds
I guess their daydreams trump their nightmares hide in classrooms instead
Six numbers three words in my head
Makes less sense the more I think on it, I got
Something on my mind I've been meaning to say
But lately all my words, they've been slipping away
But it's an image I see, fills every square inch I breathe
-Can't step inside of- can't step apart from
Apart a part apart a part apart, oh it's so long.
Six numbers three words in my head
The whole world hanging by a thread
Offering a hand, just out of reach, lead me towards the room that i...
Can't step inside of
Can't step apart from
Can't see the end of
Can't feel the start
Apart a part apart a part apart,
Oh, it's so long.
Twisted daydreams, catching up with my sleep
Just saw it once now i can't get no peace
and I can't
Forget that face, the lips, the touch,
Those eyes that burned like roman candles at night
Took their turn to turn my insides outside
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Three
01:14
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The world is spinning crazy inside my head
All the people talking at me aren't making sense
Saw some symbols in the tea leaves wonder what they meant
Now sleeping's just a dream I used to get some rest, then wake
This shit's been tangled up like razor wire around my neck
And now it feels like all the neighbourhood is on the offence
Tomorrow's just so distant then it leaves too quick
Never staying long enough so I can get my grip on it
The world is spinning crazy inside my head
All the people talking at me aren't making sense
Saw some symbols in the tea leaves wonder what they meant
Now sleeping's just a dream
There's love in labour
And hope in loss
Grace in anguish,
No truth in God.
Never suffered
Before I fell in love
But I can't drop it all,
Unless that's what you want
I don't know what I want.
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Four
02:03
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When it's quiet I still hear
Your voice echo off these walls
It keeps swimming circles
It won't let me sleep or eat at all
Always pacing like the doctor
Who can see what's terminal
I guess this life just got the better of us
Just before ours got a chance to start
Start thinking there must be someone else with your touch
But the longer I've been looking, the more that I get lost,
Oh breathing, stupid instinct
Never feeling what I want.
Love consumes everything, everyone, everything.
Hear the same words repeating with the turning world,
Can't turn it off.
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