G/Ghost Town/These Illusions Are My Latest Addiction
(Oh, shit) Un wishful thinking Unlawful damnation Come forth through the crowd Speak up so loud that the dead can hear you screaming Your words, they have more mechaning than you think That the friendly are listening But really they're loathing My world is exploding Drop 'em like a bomb So, I'll drop 'em like a bomb Ignorance, so cliche One hit of pure decay Wicked, wretched, catatonic Lookin' for a place to vomit Taking on the fuckin' world One body at a time Now ya sit in the Devil's heaven Just before you know you're dead I've got this itching, sinking feeling You're in someone else's bed!
Now the bloodsuckers begin to show their teeth Your true colors splattered on these walls in red Smoke and mirrors, they hide the spit behind your teeth These illusions got me suffering
It's not my fault You can't be serious Wicked, wretched, catatonic Lookin' for a place to vomit Take that bullshit elsewhere (You can't be serious, you must be delirious)
Sit tight, this might get messy We're painting the walls with these actions If only they could speak What happens should never leave So tragic they won't believe
Now the bloodsuckers begin to show their teeth Your true colors splattered on these walls in red Smoke and mirrors, they hide the spit behind your teeth These illusions got me suffering
(No one seems to want to listen) (No one knows, no one cares) (No one seems to hear what isn't said) (To afraid to stand up) (Too ashamed to say, "I deserve this! I deserve this!") (Letting go has set me free!) (Blood splattered, these illusions got me suffering) (Blood splattered, these illusions got me suffering) (I deserve this! I deserve this!) (Letting go has set me free!)
(It's not my fault) (You can't be serious, you must be delirious) (This can't be true) (Why can't you see the truth?) (It's not my fault) (You can't be serious) (It's not my fault) (You can't be serious) (It's not my fault) (You can't be serious) (It's not my fault) (You can't be serious)
Now the bloodsuckers begin to show their teeth Your true colors splattered on these walls in red Smoke and mirrors, they hide the spit behind your teeth These illusions got me sufferingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
