Maraca Songtext
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Shaking when you find that all the old songs are dark songs
Blood is leaking through the front door
James thinks he really heard something in the fog
If I thought it was true, I wouldn′t be here anymore

A local gave a gift to him colored black and woodgrain
I think it scared a few idiots
His parents said it wasn't gonna come home with him
Don′t know what it is so assume it's insidious


Breathlessly trudge over the line of midnight
Just trying to keep my hands occupied
But I'm not doing anything wrong per se but
Not doing anything right

If your intention was to only coast your way through the darkness
I think it′s fair that it swallows you
But he swears to God he found something in the fog
I don′t know anymore which one I'm talking to

Try to pin down when the switch gets made
It′s more than a trick of the eye
Not doing anything wrong per se but
Not doing anything right


I've got the luxury to not feel loved right now
Some didn′t make it alive
Not doing anything wrong per se but
Not getting anything right