Im alright she whispered through the telephone
Spewing lies feel like that's your only crime now
Thought if I resembled such an episode
You'd turn it off
Cuz you know I don't like this season
Tell me why your the only one affecting me
You cut it up then act like im the only reason
And im glad that you could specify
Its good to know that im the one you'd leave up for debate
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
Ive been looking through the wrong things
Turns out that I never left the room
Try them they were really never worthy
These sunken ships on the coast inside your heartstrings
Ive been holding on for far to long
I need to let go block the echo of you ringing on
To stop this old record from spinning
Ill turn this table upside down
Upside down
Just hear me out
I know who I am
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
My life as a canvas
Smeared and abstract
And these stained black paint
Fingertips run down my face like this
The writing upon my skin
Words that mirror my sins
I wash and rinse my body in
These waters of intervention
Reinvention
Its good to know
Its good to know
Its good to know
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
Auzi Taylor - Emulate Lyrics
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Im alright she whispered through the telephone
Spewing lies feel like that's your only crime now
Thought if I resembled such an episode
You'd turn it off
Cuz you know I don't like this season
Tell me why your the only one affecting me
You cut it up then act like im the only reason
And im glad that you could specify
Its good to know that im the one you'd leave up for debate
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
Ive been looking through the wrong things
Turns out that I never left the room
Try them they were really never worthy
These sunken ships on the coast inside your heartstrings
Ive been holding on for far to long
I need to let go block the echo of you ringing on
To stop this old record from spinning
Ill turn this table upside down
Upside down
Just hear me out
I know who I am
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
My life as a canvas
Smeared and abstract
And these stained black paint
Fingertips run down my face like this
The writing upon my skin
Words that mirror my sins
I wash and rinse my body in
These waters of intervention
Reinvention
Its good to know
Its good to know
Its good to know
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
Spewing lies feel like that's your only crime now
Thought if I resembled such an episode
You'd turn it off
Cuz you know I don't like this season
Tell me why your the only one affecting me
You cut it up then act like im the only reason
And im glad that you could specify
Its good to know that im the one you'd leave up for debate
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
Ive been looking through the wrong things
Turns out that I never left the room
Try them they were really never worthy
These sunken ships on the coast inside your heartstrings
Ive been holding on for far to long
I need to let go block the echo of you ringing on
To stop this old record from spinning
Ill turn this table upside down
Upside down
Just hear me out
I know who I am
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
My life as a canvas
Smeared and abstract
And these stained black paint
Fingertips run down my face like this
The writing upon my skin
Words that mirror my sins
I wash and rinse my body in
These waters of intervention
Reinvention
Its good to know
Its good to know
Its good to know
So tell me why I've got all of these f*cking little demons
Spinning around in my head like their looking for a sacrifice
It seems illicit that nobody ever told them that there's nothing left inside it
Starting to think that they're right
Emulate the past and she'll give you through the count of six
Your selling slumbers through your skin it f*cking makes me sick
Through no intention of my own would I remember this
You might be right
Might be right
Writer: Austin Andes, David Casillas
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