There’s a drum kicking blood from my chest
and I’ve got strings vibrating instead of veins
wooden body
get inside my mind you’ll find melodies where I should have brain
There’s a song playing loud in my head
and I can’t hear a single word that you scream
around me
burn it in your mind
I could never live in your silent world
Bullets made of thoughts coming after me
when the lights are going down
bleeding out my pen on these papers
to save my soul
I need coffee to keep me awake
and I could easily think myself to death
(Thinkaholic!)
I’d hate to spend my life
with the shinning of a screen on my face
Bullets made of thoughts coming after me
when the lights are going down
bleeding out my pen on these papers
to save my soul
Drum kicking blood from my chest
(bullets made of thoughts – Thinkaholic)
Get inside my mind, I could never live in your silent world, no!
I need coffee to keep me awake
and I could easily think myself to death
(Thinkaholic!)
I’d hate to spend my life
with the shinning of a screen on my face
Bullets made of thoughts coming after me
when the lights are going down
bleeding out my pen on these papers
to save my soul
