Twaddles Of a Flue Faker (feat. Oliver) şarkı sözleri

I am a portrait which leaves you sighing sadly Oh laissez-faire, what have you done? I want to run away The nobblers nailed my feet on the floor It starts to rust and attack my blood I start to feel myself smile Slowly losing myself But it did not do the trick Oh, woe is me Oh, can't they see that I am a portrait which leaves you sighing sadly? Oh laissez-faire, what have you done? I want to run away For I am that portrait that leaves you sighing sadly Oh laissez-faire, what have you done? I want to run away It will be a wrack up, I'll make sure When they stick me up the chimney And now the air escapes me Slowly losing myself But my master dragged me back down Oh woe is me Oh, can't they see that I am a portrait which leaves you sighing sadly? Oh laissez-faire, what have you done? I want to run away For I am that portrait that leaves you sighing sadly Oh laissez-faire, what have you done? I want to run away I'll be paper thin and pale The Scurfs took my life away I'm patiently sedated And now my only exit is Is the cold Is the cold poetic Scythe For I am a portrait that leaves you sighing sadly Oh laissez-faire, what have you done? I want to run away For we are a portrait that leaves you sighing sadly Oh laissez-faire, what have you done? I want to run away A thud sounding softly I secretly disintegrate Uneasy lamps draw back and forth I've waited For so long