Scent Songtext
von Casually Dressed

When kept, we wallow in exposure
In search for a perfect state
Desperately trying to seize every moment
In which we can ignore our safety′s slow decline

Blurred lines form my bedroom ceiling
It's something that I can′t constrain
My scent's the only thing I sense
I chose to be the pariah

They said
"You can't put yourself to an early grave"
But they refuse to see where I stand
Surrounded by cold blood
And we still believe that we′re heaven sent


Desperately searching for every moment
In which I can ignore my safety′s slow decline

Blurred lines form my bedroom ceiling
It's something that I can′t constrain
My scent's the only thing I sense
I chose to be the pariah
Don′t want to die as a voice on the phone

Blurred lines form my bedroom ceiling
And it won't change for the better

Blurred lines form my bedroom ceiling
It′s something that I can't constrain
My scent's the only thing I sense
I chose to be the pariah
Don′t want to die as a voice on the phone
The phone