Its hard to sit here
And not believe everything that I think
But my mind cant be trusted
When your words are like led paint
That you inject into my spirit everytime we talk
And I know its raining outside
But I really think we should walk
And will you hold my hand
When im electrocuted?
My mouth is a radio
My mind is a television
Ive never been original
Only regergatared
Ive never been original
This heart will always be contaminated
He asked me "when you go to sleep
Do you dream of electric sheep"
If anyone lacks empathy
Its you not me
Your insides are numb, ive always carried your pain
Now im looking for the remedy
To melt my static brain
But everyone has there ways
Of turning the world around
And im just trying to keep up
Before I crash into the ground
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
Its hard to sit here
And not believe everything that I think
But my mind cant be trusted
When your words are like led paint
That you inject into my spirit everytime we talk
And I know its raining outside
But I really think we should walk
And will you hold my hand
When im electrocuted?
My mouth is a radio
My mind is a television
Ive never been original
Only regergatared
Ive never been original
This heart will always be contaminated
He asked me "when you go to sleep
Do you dream of electric sheep"
If anyone lacks empathy
Its you not me
Your insides are numb, ive always carried your pain
Now im looking for the remedy
To melt my static brain
But everyone has there ways
Of turning the world around
And im just trying to keep up
Before I crash into the ground
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