1. |
Figure 8
03:42
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Spiders spun this web,
thread by thread
like wires in my head
The circles recycle, repeat
No A -> B
A flaw in the machinery
I’m tangled up in thought
This gordian knot.
I’d rather cut the damn thing of.
The minefield of your past
All the questions I have but won’t ask
Hard to part the fiction from fact.
I can hear the squeeking of your bed springs the whoo oh oh oh.
I sound the alarm as soon as i don’t know
I got his letters on my eyelids, his picture’s on my nose
I keep coming back to what you were not where we’ll go
I’d like the blueprint, the dna
To simply cut and paste
A change in order might just set things straight
Cause spiders spun this web
Guess it’s my two vs their eight legs
To race and riot to reset this shit
I can hear the squeeking of her bed springs the whoo oh oh oh.
I sound the alarm as soon as i don’t know
I got his letters on my eyelids, his picture’s on my nose
I keep coming back to what you were not where we’ll go
And I guess it will pass
I will just have to wait
But relapse after relapse
Feel like the figure 8.
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2. |
Your mind, your hell
03:39
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You called me a hopeless romantic when I said ”let’s steal this train”
They’ll give us a crash course in how to tame rail
Can’t turn us down
You got the looks and I’ll back you with bullets
Oh, don’t you know?
All the actors are falling in love.
Let’s climb up the screen, shoot the scenes we’ve been dreaming of
You filed a protest said ”you’re losing track”,
as I led commuters astray.
Showed them the door
There´s no room for ballast where we’re going
I reasoned there’s no point in turning back
No way of bending the rail
The damage was done,
you wore your frown as i waved my guns
Oh, don’t you know?
Only actors are falling in love
Caught of the screen, they’re just like the rest of us
We’re all on fire
Blame me for ruining everything we were once
But tell me your secret, what are you running from
Soon you’ll be leaving me to rot inside my prison cell
But you’re the one who’s trapped there, inside your mind, your hell
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