Evening news is coming out my ears My splitting head cracks open every fifteen minutes I read the newspapers review so how did you think you'd do? Another standing ovation I'm sure, something that you can hold on to And I can just picture you in that big empty house all alone Listening to the heavy breathing on the other end of your telephone
So turn on all of your lights and do what you must to survive Stay close to the floor and don't make a sound Cause the bender of my truth And nothing, nothing, nothing can hurt you
My dark can cut through molted rock But it gets burned when it tastes decent-ion come through these wires And you probably don't notice it but shocking pulling at the roof of your mouth I, I can taste it, I can feel it when I, when I talk to you I can feel it too,
Turn off all of the lights and hope that you're safe tonight My eyes are now shields to the benders of pride Sneak up to see through the darkest nothing, nothing, nothing to find you And nothing, nothing, nothing can hurt you, Nothing can hurt youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
