Paroles de Rivet Head

Shooting blanks, relentless, pitchblade, Microwave and the old collision Out of order Everything just turns to drool =and white-hot indecision= The pages burn The stomach churns The cycle turns =lose your peace Lose your mind= Crack the eggshell to escape The total trauma suicide deadline Going out of my head! Lying on your back in the dark Listening to the hum of the machine Tricked up wound up wound up Trying to break your dreams The watcher seeker hunting out with a hungry eye =the destroyer needs to feed= It's hard to find the door, The lock, when your whole life is out of key Going out of my head! Want to slip that needle in Want to smell those fumes again Want to beat those skins again But there's something wrong There's something wrong Going out of my head!