Showbread "Mouth Like A Magazine" |
Turning over in inturrupted slumber, You ponder others, growing ever wakeful you've locked the vermin in the other bedroom to be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful now find the fault cause your boyfriend can't read reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need so unhappy yet so preoccupied never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied your eulogy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine(x2) queen dependancy is cowering, please don't be confused you are vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse virtue isn't tangible and sense of self is dated names consant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated your spine is made of metal, your veins are bound in electric tape And all along an impulse lights at random in your face Yough cought up an offering and forget which words are lies then your skull echoes a singeing pop, as your brain is cauterized your eulogy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine (x3) within the walls i hear all of it's legs there must be so many to carry it over our heads seething and unsettled and oh such a letdown And now these rusty spokes inside my head are making such a grating sound your legacy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine your eulogy is like poetry, but your mouth is like a magazine (x3 Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |