Idolize and dissipate, de-fragmentation at the gate
What once was lost can still be found
On distant lands and battled grounds
A life under construction
It's not the time or place
To stay with eyes locked towards the sky
Like ships passing in the night
10-digit one sided conversations
I want to see the way you move
I need feel the way you groove
Grind and shine along the seams
Put your fangs right into me
Oh I'd love, I'd love to hear you
F*cking Scream
This golden life will turn to clay, hanging on to what you say
Mix the soul into the bowl and summon beauty to behold
You don't have to stay the night, it's not the time or the place
Just close your eyes and hold on tight
Waiting on another sign
Silhouettes are growing desperate, turn your back on what you make
What once was found can still be lost
Taken breaths and accepted costs
A life in deconstruction
It's not the time or the place
To sit with circles made of salt
Apparitions are at fault
10-digit one sided conversations
I want to see the way you move
I need feel the way you groove
Grind and shine along the seams
Put your fangs right into me
Oh I'd love, I'd love to hear you
F*cking Scream
This golden life will turn to clay, hanging on to what you say
Mix the soul into the bowl and summon beauty to behold
You don't have to stay the night, it's not the time or the place
Just close your eyes and hold on tight
Waiting on another sign
Binary Synthetica - Golden Life Lyrics
Binary Synthetica - Golden Life Lyrics
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Idolize and dissipate, de-fragmentation at the gate
What once was lost can still be found
On distant lands and battled grounds
A life under construction
It's not the time or place
To stay with eyes locked towards the sky
Like ships passing in the night
10-digit one sided conversations
I want to see the way you move
I need feel the way you groove
Grind and shine along the seams
Put your fangs right into me
Oh I'd love, I'd love to hear you
F*cking Scream
This golden life will turn to clay, hanging on to what you say
Mix the soul into the bowl and summon beauty to behold
You don't have to stay the night, it's not the time or the place
Just close your eyes and hold on tight
Waiting on another sign
Silhouettes are growing desperate, turn your back on what you make
What once was found can still be lost
Taken breaths and accepted costs
A life in deconstruction
It's not the time or the place
To sit with circles made of salt
Apparitions are at fault
10-digit one sided conversations
I want to see the way you move
I need feel the way you groove
Grind and shine along the seams
Put your fangs right into me
Oh I'd love, I'd love to hear you
F*cking Scream
This golden life will turn to clay, hanging on to what you say
Mix the soul into the bowl and summon beauty to behold
You don't have to stay the night, it's not the time or the place
Just close your eyes and hold on tight
Waiting on another sign
What once was lost can still be found
On distant lands and battled grounds
A life under construction
It's not the time or place
To stay with eyes locked towards the sky
Like ships passing in the night
10-digit one sided conversations
I want to see the way you move
I need feel the way you groove
Grind and shine along the seams
Put your fangs right into me
Oh I'd love, I'd love to hear you
F*cking Scream
This golden life will turn to clay, hanging on to what you say
Mix the soul into the bowl and summon beauty to behold
You don't have to stay the night, it's not the time or the place
Just close your eyes and hold on tight
Waiting on another sign
Silhouettes are growing desperate, turn your back on what you make
What once was found can still be lost
Taken breaths and accepted costs
A life in deconstruction
It's not the time or the place
To sit with circles made of salt
Apparitions are at fault
10-digit one sided conversations
I want to see the way you move
I need feel the way you groove
Grind and shine along the seams
Put your fangs right into me
Oh I'd love, I'd love to hear you
F*cking Scream
This golden life will turn to clay, hanging on to what you say
Mix the soul into the bowl and summon beauty to behold
You don't have to stay the night, it's not the time or the place
Just close your eyes and hold on tight
Waiting on another sign
Writer: Chase Holt
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid