Practically lost in the scenery
In the recess of my mind
I find the soliloquy
Practically lost in the scenery
In the back of my mind there's a memory
Hidden underneath lock and key
I find the soliloquy
A melody taunting me
I've been lost, gone
Done placed out the loop
Yeah, it's been so long
Since I got the scoop
Been dribbled and fumbled
Smooth talker, correct
Young spaceball, collect
Go on, take two
They call the family who festers in the fault lines
A straight up travesty, bastard race to humankind
Anomaly of heard too much to think of such
Beck and call of localized insanity
Makes me feel like an arcade has made its way
Coin slot nestled in the back of my bruised brain
Pulling apart the painted impermanent pictures
Spattering silver scenes
Wacko Mastermind - Memories Lyrics
Wacko Mastermind - Memories Lyrics
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Practically lost in the scenery
In the recess of my mind
I find the soliloquy
Practically lost in the scenery
In the back of my mind there's a memory
Hidden underneath lock and key
I find the soliloquy
A melody taunting me
I've been lost, gone
Done placed out the loop
Yeah, it's been so long
Since I got the scoop
Been dribbled and fumbled
Smooth talker, correct
Young spaceball, collect
Go on, take two
They call the family who festers in the fault lines
A straight up travesty, bastard race to humankind
Anomaly of heard too much to think of such
Beck and call of localized insanity
Makes me feel like an arcade has made its way
Coin slot nestled in the back of my bruised brain
Pulling apart the painted impermanent pictures
Spattering silver scenes
In the recess of my mind
I find the soliloquy
Practically lost in the scenery
In the back of my mind there's a memory
Hidden underneath lock and key
I find the soliloquy
A melody taunting me
I've been lost, gone
Done placed out the loop
Yeah, it's been so long
Since I got the scoop
Been dribbled and fumbled
Smooth talker, correct
Young spaceball, collect
Go on, take two
They call the family who festers in the fault lines
A straight up travesty, bastard race to humankind
Anomaly of heard too much to think of such
Beck and call of localized insanity
Makes me feel like an arcade has made its way
Coin slot nestled in the back of my bruised brain
Pulling apart the painted impermanent pictures
Spattering silver scenes
Writer: Matt Evans
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid