There is a silent echo where memory used to be
Invisible empty boxes full of faces I can't see
Sometimes in the morning
I feel your hands plunging into me
Then you're blown away in the breeze
With my eyes and kidneys
There is a shadow asleep in my bed
I grab the ax but I lack the strength
To cut off its head
Whenever I'm alone
I tear the paint from the wall
My skin and muscle split open
I see static where should be bone
If you're not afraid of endings
Then let me show you mine
Cause I can't remember my middle
And to try's just wasting time
Bombastic Dream Pussy - But Who Is the Dreamer? Lyrics
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There is a silent echo where memory used to be
Invisible empty boxes full of faces I can't see
Sometimes in the morning
I feel your hands plunging into me
Then you're blown away in the breeze
With my eyes and kidneys
There is a shadow asleep in my bed
I grab the ax but I lack the strength
To cut off its head
Whenever I'm alone
I tear the paint from the wall
My skin and muscle split open
I see static where should be bone
If you're not afraid of endings
Then let me show you mine
Cause I can't remember my middle
And to try's just wasting time
Invisible empty boxes full of faces I can't see
Sometimes in the morning
I feel your hands plunging into me
Then you're blown away in the breeze
With my eyes and kidneys
There is a shadow asleep in my bed
I grab the ax but I lack the strength
To cut off its head
Whenever I'm alone
I tear the paint from the wall
My skin and muscle split open
I see static where should be bone
If you're not afraid of endings
Then let me show you mine
Cause I can't remember my middle
And to try's just wasting time
Writer: Hayley McNichol
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid