Smokesuit Soft Head
Given the time, the body rots
closed in a coffin, an easy mindfuck
Channel the pain, let it all through
Hang on the wire, call it a liar
Suck it up, hold it in
A mortal like me, a dead give away
Hang on tonight, let it all out
You`ve never been closer to feeling alive
Hate it, crave it
Wish for something that once was mine
thats left in the wake of the right time
Die from the pain you inflict on your mind
choke on the vowels that race out your mouth
Bleed for the smiles, cry harder each night
It`s always too little, too late in time
Hang on tonight, let it all out
You`ve never been closer to being a liar
Hate it, crave it
Neurochemistry
