That's right,
Sip your way
Into another fake sleep,
Into a place where no one cares
And feelings disappear
Go ahead,
Swallow that (like always)
Get dizzy and fall down
Into your imaginary world
Made up of lies
Forget about ruby slippers
And the home you never had
Yeah,
Hit that
Pretend these slums are
Made of sugar, baby
And the streets
Are made of love,
But just know that you're wrong
And keep on singing
That same sad song
That rosy coffin
Brings out your eyes,
And for once you look nice
Inside that lovely land
You've created like god
And you finally got what you wanted
All the feelings are gone
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 5:07 PM UTC
That's right,
Sip your way
Into another fake sleep,
Into a place where no one cares
And feelings disappear
Go ahead,
Swallow that (like always)
Get dizzy and fall down
Into your imaginary world
Made up of lies
Forget about ruby slippers
And the home you never had
Yeah,
Hit that
Pretend these slums are
Made of sugar, baby
And the streets
Are made of love,
But just know that you're wrong
And keep on singing
That same sad song
That rosy coffin
Brings out your eyes,
And for once you look nice
Inside that lovely land
You've created like god
And you finally got what you wanted
All the feelings are gone
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