Horror With Eyeballs lyrics
Song information
Artist: The Dissociatives Album: The Dissociatives
Lyrics
© daniel johns/paul mac
Behind this gold picket fence lies a whole institute Where wallpaper painters scrape and scarecrows swell waterlogged Now I got dead time on my hands For feeding my animals
All of this time on my hands So far has gone to feeding my animals
On this dark kissed day the light shines through only you Or is it because your silhouette is your frame like an empty window Now I got cold time up my sleeve, i'm feeling destitute
All of this time on my hands So far has gone to feeding my animals
I feel root vegetable! am I dead? Or buried alive? I sleep warm velvet wand Buy the night…i'm selling the sun, my skin feels Silky smooth now i'm buried in mud
All of this time on my hands So far has gone to feeding my animals All of that time I was dead Limbless in bed, sedated experiment na, na, na, na
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
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