Bodyhome Songtext
von Oakley Riot

You taste like metal
On my tongue
Can′t tell if its
Pennies or blood
(It might be blood)

Say that I'm pretty
Its such a pity
You taste like
The morning after rum

So if I tell you
That I′m independent
(You should know)
It translates to
Get up out of my bed
(Its a code)

I'm using you to
Get out of my head
(Its brutal, I'm brutal)


Holy human touch
I know that you don′t
Understand me much
I need a new rush
So I won′t feel alone
I've chased every high
Left my conscience
In the cold to die
Hoping hopelessly
That I can find
A body to call home
(Can I call your body home?)

I′m sick of my own pessimism
I think I need an exorcism
I pray to the cross and it flips
(But you seem to miss all the hits)

I've never been so dissonant
They know but no one′s listening
They told us to be vigilant
Like that's what the main problem is
Rather than dwell I might as well
Get thick cause I am overwhelmed
Your skin can hide me like a shell
I′m trapped in my brain and its hell
I so wanna smile
That I'm hoping it won't rip
And rely on my acting
When you lean in for a kiss
I′ll ghost you tomorrow
I know you′ll call me a bitch
But I'm only really in this for the trip


Holy human touch
I know that you don′t
Understand me much
I need a new rush
So I won't feel alone
(I′m only in this for the trip)
I've chased every high
Left my conscience
In the cold to die
Hoping hopelessly
That I can find
A body to call home
(Can I call your body home?)

I can feel the emptiness
Eating me alive
Creeping up my insides
Crawling down my spine
You cut through the haziness
When you touch me right
You can call it pettiness
But that′s how I survive

Holy human touch
I know that you don't
Understand me much
I need a new rush
So I won't feel alone
(I′m only in this for the trip)
I′ve chased every high
Left my conscience
In the cold to die
Hoping hopelessly
That I can find
A body to call home
(Can I call your body home?)