Woorden:
Burning Heads Sitting In My Room

sitting in my room wasting my time again better go outside better run outside where the fuck are they, all gone away where the fuck are you? don't you

just want to breathe Falling My world?s up and I?m almost Falling My hands over my

earth Self-inflicted wounds, blood stains on my t-shirt Kick out the door till my legs fall off Try to use my head my skulls to soft The pain overwhelms shooting through my

me Following the steam into another room Standing in the corner Is this my home Showing us love that none of us can I'm singing for money That burns in my

reason I bend vowels when I spew from the mouth Spit threw and out the very grotesque few are best Burn through vests Since the university of Budapest Sitting in a room

grown rhyme straight out the incubator Cross fade to the right while I slide to the left There's something coming over me controlling every breath Gasping for air my fears burn

Ray and Fasha the dog. And livin' in the bell tower like that, they got a lot of room downstairs where the pews used to be in. Havin' all that room,

steady? (Break up) I been waiting in the waiting room And I've been sitting in the sitting room And now I'm whining in the dining room Waiting for you

inside my head My vision's blurred with colour, and all he sees is red There's a pair of large sized wellies coming down my flue And the smell of burning