Woorden:
Finger Eleven

It's biting, it's teething, it's biting, I'm bleeding It's calling, it's crawling, it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull

I hold on so nervously to me and my drink I wish it was coolin' me But so far has not been good, it?s been shitty And I feel awkward, as I should This

Everyone plays along Get them giving or steal the life they're breathing They'll grow sickened Take their secret codes and signals Discover all they know

Never tell your friends They?ll never understand Confessions only burn themselves in the fire Choke on every word That no one?s ever heard Your sentimental

The static grows And kills the message Unclear as the wind blows Thin whispers through all the wreckage You said, you planned to fail Looking so safe

Wide awakened out of spinning round the safest orbit You controlled the ordinary, I was grateful for it Wide awake in the beginning, trembling after the

Something has stuck in Underneath my skin Eyes all looking in For something within Somewhere in here Now, everything I say Gives this all away Senses

The mask keeps on slipping and tearing The holes are big enough to see I strain and I'm bending to hear you What did you tell me So slow you see me disappear

So sad to everyone Did not occur to you Wake up an empty shell Someone to crawl into Dead days refuse to dream The blanket still asleep Concealing every