Girl, you've got those black lines, striped tied shirts
Ooh, you've got it now, you have it up
You have it down. It stands right up
You see he comes in driving, like he owns the skylight. Night Light.
Fucking up all those people, and watching them die (Every night)
Sweetness dies, and beauty lies- your heart is mended
But your mind descended… left alone- left alone
Mist, darkness. You have it all in front of you (On your own)
Mist, darkness. It’s always there standing for you (Looking out for you)
Try to keep your mind less dirty ~ Dirty.
Stood-up-Raccoon, stare that danger in the face.
Arms shook up, your body melting into Space.
And-And bloody you, oh poor you, fuck off bitch
Got your safety on, hold it tight, let it loose
Got your arms around me again
Wrapping it around like a ring. The Noose.
Screaming into darkness shouting for you
Supportive hands holding it to help you
And everyone that stands is asking for your point of view
All wanting to join hands, but the window’s open for you
And everyone wants to bring up the roof to save you
Left or right, it really doesn't matter
Tonight. You will see a Stood-Up-Raccoon staring at me
Driving tight to the end of the lane, waiting for you
Everyone wants you. To take a fall
Out of view. Out of view. Out of view.
Nobody is going to miss you at all
Wait-Wait-Wait, you telling me that
I’m lying here to myself about this Year
Got it held up like a root beer
Got to stand right up, and balance it on here
She feels comfortable, steps forward and sits
Where the fuck is it?!
She screams into my veins,
they rattle just like the chains
The ones she held me by-
And now here I stand with my head in the Abyss
L-Let me tell you a story about my name
How it was meant to rise to fame
And all they say to me.
Is ‘I’m insane’
But FUCK YOU and FUCK THEM I have the BRAIN
Plain and simple. What a laugh
Your bloody hands all over my staff
I feel it now, all on the rod and shouting my name
I know the gain, I own the game, and I bring my name forwards
Sick of your shit. Sick of your lies, and holding onto the edge of those knives
Stagger them down, fold’en them- Nothing changes to make me train
Fuck you and fuck them is all I say, I don’t need another number, HEY
‘Come over here roll on up- got your rod right up here’
Below you it sits, and above you it drips
Damn is this insane- the plain, oh, simple gain
Should we aboard this train- That’s… insane!
Got it all over you
Never going to let it drown
Your car is upside down
Sirens in the distance – - Waking up to what you thought was a Day Dream – Girl, you made yourself comfy. On this fine rod, No longer are you needing the brain - You just need to train, hold onto gain - Don’t leave me again! You need me! You need me! WAKE THE FUCK UP!
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