Wounds Songtext
von 98 Mute
Wounds Songtext
Paranoid, I am an android
A checker in a game of chess
Out of place, I′m from outer space
Better than being a pawn, I guess
I am deep in thought
But not having any deep thoughts
I'm afraid, always back talk
Different but never make a difference
It′s not okay
Why does this feel so empty?
Why do I feel so numb?
Why do the days all seem to come
Undone, unsung?
Gladly, I sit with my man, Lee
Even he speaks in tongues to me
The cupboard's bare, why do I even care?
The entire world's green to me
I will play along
But I′m longing to be played now
I′m afraid, I am lonely
Even when I'm not alone
It′s disarray
Not asking for a handout
Not asking for rewards
I know there must be something more
Something more
Why does this feel so empty?
Why does this feel so numb?
Why do the days all seem to come
Undone, unsung?
Pseudo panacea
This wound won't heal
A foe and a serum
This wound will never heal
Anti-antiseptic
This cut won′t fucking heal
I have a hole in my soul
A void that needs filled
Needs filled
Not asking for a handout
Not asking for rewards
I know there must be something more
Something more
Why does this feel so empty?
Why does this feel so numb?
Why do the days all seem to come
Undone, unsung?
A checker in a game of chess
Out of place, I′m from outer space
Better than being a pawn, I guess
I am deep in thought
But not having any deep thoughts
I'm afraid, always back talk
Different but never make a difference
It′s not okay
Why does this feel so empty?
Why do I feel so numb?
Why do the days all seem to come
Undone, unsung?
Gladly, I sit with my man, Lee
Even he speaks in tongues to me
The cupboard's bare, why do I even care?
The entire world's green to me
I will play along
But I′m longing to be played now
I′m afraid, I am lonely
Even when I'm not alone
It′s disarray
Not asking for a handout
Not asking for rewards
I know there must be something more
Something more
Why does this feel so empty?
Why does this feel so numb?
Why do the days all seem to come
Undone, unsung?
Pseudo panacea
This wound won't heal
A foe and a serum
This wound will never heal
Anti-antiseptic
This cut won′t fucking heal
I have a hole in my soul
A void that needs filled
Needs filled
Not asking for a handout
Not asking for rewards
I know there must be something more
Something more
Why does this feel so empty?
Why does this feel so numb?
Why do the days all seem to come
Undone, unsung?
Writer(s): Justin Thirsk, Jason Page, Doug Weems, Pat Ivie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

