Woke up inside the black static dream, Now I'm still running and I still can't see
The brand new blood dollars stab-nailed to my own back. Reaching behind the fumes of youth,
Hold on to nothing and call it the truth. Sleep-watching TV selling me all the new ways to use.
Born, born up inside the black static machine. Feeling around for something of me, warped
Imperfection shot from between the flesh and reflection of the light in the dark of me. Tired now
Of fighting, Tired now of time, Tired now of lying, Tired of being so damn blind, torn up inside.
Torn up inside the black static dream. Black static running through my eyes, Black static turning
My insides, Black static rising, Black static falls, Black static nothing, Black static all and all and
All. Born up inside the black static machine, Born up inside the black static dream.
Giants Chair - Black Static Lyrics
Giants Chair - Black Static Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Woke up inside the black static dream, Now I'm still running and I still can't see
The brand new blood dollars stab-nailed to my own back. Reaching behind the fumes of youth,
Hold on to nothing and call it the truth. Sleep-watching TV selling me all the new ways to use.
Born, born up inside the black static machine. Feeling around for something of me, warped
Imperfection shot from between the flesh and reflection of the light in the dark of me. Tired now
Of fighting, Tired now of time, Tired now of lying, Tired of being so damn blind, torn up inside.
Torn up inside the black static dream. Black static running through my eyes, Black static turning
My insides, Black static rising, Black static falls, Black static nothing, Black static all and all and
All. Born up inside the black static machine, Born up inside the black static dream.
The brand new blood dollars stab-nailed to my own back. Reaching behind the fumes of youth,
Hold on to nothing and call it the truth. Sleep-watching TV selling me all the new ways to use.
Born, born up inside the black static machine. Feeling around for something of me, warped
Imperfection shot from between the flesh and reflection of the light in the dark of me. Tired now
Of fighting, Tired now of time, Tired now of lying, Tired of being so damn blind, torn up inside.
Torn up inside the black static dream. Black static running through my eyes, Black static turning
My insides, Black static rising, Black static falls, Black static nothing, Black static all and all and
All. Born up inside the black static machine, Born up inside the black static dream.
Writer: Scott Hobart, Paul Ackerman, Byron Collum
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid