Dissociate Songtext
von He Films the Clouds
Dissociate Songtext
Eyes wide open
And my mind is sleeping
Dissociate
Foundation slipping
Dizzy the head of walking dysfunction
The role of reduction is substance
Eyes wide open
Strife of a malcontent
Suddenly crossed tongues
Weigh in heavy to my posture
I′ve been doctored
Filling my senses into perdition
Something's taking over
Eyes wide
Asleep when I shouldn′t be
I wane in every thought I coalesce into a light rain
Awake when I don't want to be
I can't even move among the gnashing teeth
If I hold on just a little longer
Will I know my own home?
I live on the edge of this hole I made
And you′re all falling for it
My soul
The void of intake
I hang from the beams
You call it a nuisance
I should correct
Thinking I could find my self again
But the salt within the cold
Pressed behind my leaf resolve
Cues the start of death designed to let me evolve
Then I can give of myself to the haunted light in my mind
And in time she bears a child
Now sewn through the node
I sound all sorrow and all my hope
My ghosts along the road now sewn through the node
I sound all
All the ghosts along the road will open skies
And here I go to find myself again
Desolate and afflicted
Addiction insisted
Felicific modes missing of witness
Salt within the cold
Pressed behind resolve
Ghosts open unknown
Through the node
Addiction insisted
Felicific modes missing
And my mind is sleeping
Dissociate
Foundation slipping
Dizzy the head of walking dysfunction
The role of reduction is substance
Eyes wide open
Strife of a malcontent
Suddenly crossed tongues
Weigh in heavy to my posture
I′ve been doctored
Filling my senses into perdition
Something's taking over
Eyes wide
Asleep when I shouldn′t be
I wane in every thought I coalesce into a light rain
Awake when I don't want to be
I can't even move among the gnashing teeth
If I hold on just a little longer
Will I know my own home?
I live on the edge of this hole I made
And you′re all falling for it
My soul
The void of intake
I hang from the beams
You call it a nuisance
I should correct
Thinking I could find my self again
But the salt within the cold
Pressed behind my leaf resolve
Cues the start of death designed to let me evolve
Then I can give of myself to the haunted light in my mind
And in time she bears a child
Now sewn through the node
I sound all sorrow and all my hope
My ghosts along the road now sewn through the node
I sound all
All the ghosts along the road will open skies
And here I go to find myself again
Desolate and afflicted
Addiction insisted
Felicific modes missing of witness
Salt within the cold
Pressed behind resolve
Ghosts open unknown
Through the node
Addiction insisted
Felicific modes missing
Writer(s): Xavier Hernandez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

