Screaming Testo
Testo Screaming
Am I the deer? Am I the healights?
I know that I can't slow down
Everything fractures in the light
And I stand by watching it burn
And you used to laugh at the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks
Took a photograph of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past
Silent screaming at the ceiling
Wondering when I lost eye
And time's been stealing all my dreams
And I no longer look the part
And you used to laugh at the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks
Took a photograph of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past
Am I the vulture? Am I the nights if I
Don't know what all this is for?
I used to read myself to death
But I don't see the point anymore
Silent screaming at the ceiling
Wondering when I lost eye
And time's been stealing all my dreams
And I no longer look the part
And you used to laugh at the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks
Took a photograph of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past
On the past
Am I the deer? Am I the healights?
I know that I can't slow down
I know that I can't slow down
Everything fractures in the light
And I stand by watching it burn
And you used to laugh at the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks
Took a photograph of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past
Silent screaming at the ceiling
Wondering when I lost eye
And time's been stealing all my dreams
And I no longer look the part
And you used to laugh at the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks
Took a photograph of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past
Am I the vulture? Am I the nights if I
Don't know what all this is for?
I used to read myself to death
But I don't see the point anymore
Silent screaming at the ceiling
Wondering when I lost eye
And time's been stealing all my dreams
And I no longer look the part
And you used to laugh at the broken glass
I should probably paper over all the cracks
Took a photograph of the aftermath
I should probably look less fondly on the past
On the past
Am I the deer? Am I the healights?
I know that I can't slow down
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