Greenroom Sleeper Songtext
von Mr. Industry

I caught myself again
I felt things
My belt hangs from the ceiling
And I wish that I couldn′t read
I ripped the receipts I need
I hate that you look like me
And film it in front of me

I taught myself again
Don't hate things
Purely out of feeling
And I wish that I couldn′t read
I ripped the receipts I need
I hate that you look like me
And film it in front of me


I can't believe I made a sex tape
The realisation is so wasted
I only want the need for what's broken on it
Greenroom sleeper fell on hard times being honest
And that freedoms catching up with me
I only had the kids they didn′t need
I′ll just erase it with my big eraser
Greenroom sleeper filmed it from a better angle

I sleep I sleep
I dream I die
My selfish side
My child mind

Keep your foot on the gas
I can't believe I love myself so much
All my fingers are backwards
And by myself there′s nothing to touch

I hate that you look like me, I hate you
I hate, hate, hate, hate
I hate, hate, hate, hate

I hate that you look like me
I hate that you look like me
I hate that you look like me
I hate that you look like me
Uhhh


I can't believe I let myself hang
They fed off my breast for centuries
The implication they weren′t being honest
Proves that there's no harmlessness left

And I′ll breed
They provoked the belt for you and me
And I proved there was no real danger
And what's stained all over isn't staying forever

I can′t believe I made a sex tape
The realisation is so wasted
I only want the need for what′s spoken of it
Greenroom sleeper felt your time was being punished

And that freedom's catching up with me
All that freedom′s catching up with me
Oh that freedom's catching up with me
Greenroom sleeper′s catching up with me