Little Head
I can dish it out but you know I can't take it
when you told me everytime that you came that you
were fakin', so I guess I'll never know if I was mackin' yes
or no
Got a seven foot cut on my foot the day before
when you pulled out my glass heart and broke it on
the floor. I guess I'm gonna go to the house of broken
hearts and bloody toes.
Chorus:
It hurts to think about, I got no doubt,
I figured out, my little head is so shot without
you, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
put inside my mind when you walked out.
Just a little scratch but it feels like it did when you've
fallen off the short bus and landed on your head.
I felt a little low, when you told me where to go
(right straight down to hell)
Cramping up your style, but your style ain't cramping me,
but whatcha gonna do when your sleeping with the enemy?
I'm always at your show, (in the very back row).
Chorus:
It hurts to think about, I got no doubt,
I figured out, my little head is so shot without
you, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
put inside my mind when you walked out.
my little head is so shot without
you, my little head can't hold the thoughts you
put inside my mind when you walked out.
You're on my mind, you're on my mind
Chorus.
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Of this soundscaping noisefloor?
Is this the old empty future
or the black eletric nature?
Colors circulate inside of O
Ambient mind, the overdose
(...and I was injected with silence)
Are we all elastic worms
In this red tekknostorm?
Are there any energetic atoms
In this paradoxical zone?
Can the relapse of spasms
Be the rhythm of this dance?
Is this the neo-cultural spacetrip
Or the perpetual trancegrip?
Is the echo a shadow of presence
Or a soundtrack for nonexistance
Are the voices orchestra