Deglutitious bindlestiff
You cut me out of your
Never ending syzygy
You bring your own type of anfractuous misery
As you drag me down
Down
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time (hear their cries my demise)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
Between lines where hope dies
Deracinate your diatribes
I ripped it out and sold you mine
I bring my own type of self fullfilling prophecy
That you'd let me down
Down
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time
(Hear their cries, my demise)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
(Between lines, where hope dies)
When will I learn, when will I learn that.
When will I learn when will I learn that
She's all in my head, she's all in my head
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time
(See these lines, my designs)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
(Crucified, by my pride)
When will i learn
When will i learn
And still i cant decide am I
A little bit dead or a little bit guarded
Little bit cold or a little bit lifeless
Little bit dead or a little bit distant
Little bit cold or a little bit soulless
(She's all in my head)
And still i cant decide am i
Burning Windows - Tramp Lyrics
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Deglutitious bindlestiff
You cut me out of your
Never ending syzygy
You bring your own type of anfractuous misery
As you drag me down
Down
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time (hear their cries my demise)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
Between lines where hope dies
Deracinate your diatribes
I ripped it out and sold you mine
I bring my own type of self fullfilling prophecy
That you'd let me down
Down
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time
(Hear their cries, my demise)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
(Between lines, where hope dies)
When will I learn, when will I learn that.
When will I learn when will I learn that
She's all in my head, she's all in my head
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time
(See these lines, my designs)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
(Crucified, by my pride)
When will i learn
When will i learn
And still i cant decide am I
A little bit dead or a little bit guarded
Little bit cold or a little bit lifeless
Little bit dead or a little bit distant
Little bit cold or a little bit soulless
(She's all in my head)
And still i cant decide am i
You cut me out of your
Never ending syzygy
You bring your own type of anfractuous misery
As you drag me down
Down
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time (hear their cries my demise)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
Between lines where hope dies
Deracinate your diatribes
I ripped it out and sold you mine
I bring my own type of self fullfilling prophecy
That you'd let me down
Down
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time
(Hear their cries, my demise)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
(Between lines, where hope dies)
When will I learn, when will I learn that.
When will I learn when will I learn that
She's all in my head, she's all in my head
They lead us to the bowels of hell every time
(See these lines, my designs)
Wherever you find Angels you find lies
(Crucified, by my pride)
When will i learn
When will i learn
And still i cant decide am I
A little bit dead or a little bit guarded
Little bit cold or a little bit lifeless
Little bit dead or a little bit distant
Little bit cold or a little bit soulless
(She's all in my head)
And still i cant decide am i
Writer: Mitchell White
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