Song | Sound In Colour |
Artist | Die So Fluid |
Album | The World Is Too Big For One Lifetime |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I don’t need a place to sleep in. | |
Find me hanging from your ceiling. | |
Hook me up when I need feeding | |
Mouth tastes like my brain is bleeding. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
On the table bread is breathing. | |
In the bushes creatures breeding. | |
On the floor where I am kneeling | |
Watching all the layers peeling. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That’s when I’ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That’s when I’ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That’s when I’ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That’s when I’ll be leaving. | |
I have to make it through, | |
I’m looking for some detachment, | |
And when the cycle breaks | |
I will never fall | |
I will never crawl again. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
[The end of this song includes incomprehensible voices and miscellaneous music, as well as what sounds like gunshots] |
I don' t need a place to sleep in. | |
Find me hanging from your ceiling. | |
Hook me up when I need feeding | |
Mouth tastes like my brain is bleeding. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
On the table bread is breathing. | |
In the bushes creatures breeding. | |
On the floor where I am kneeling | |
Watching all the layers peeling. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That' s when I' ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That' s when I' ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That' s when I' ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That' s when I' ll be leaving. | |
I have to make it through, | |
I' m looking for some detachment, | |
And when the cycle breaks | |
I will never fall | |
I will never crawl again. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
The end of this song includes incomprehensible voices and miscellaneous music, as well as what sounds like gunshots |
I don' t need a place to sleep in. | |
Find me hanging from your ceiling. | |
Hook me up when I need feeding | |
Mouth tastes like my brain is bleeding. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
On the table bread is breathing. | |
In the bushes creatures breeding. | |
On the floor where I am kneeling | |
Watching all the layers peeling. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That' s when I' ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That' s when I' ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That' s when I' ll be leaving. | |
Get through to the dawn, | |
That' s when I' ll be leaving. | |
I have to make it through, | |
I' m looking for some detachment, | |
And when the cycle breaks | |
I will never fall | |
I will never crawl again. | |
I saw sound in colour. | |
You were terrifying. | |
Seething, breathing fire. | |
Your forked tongue was lying. | |
The end of this song includes incomprehensible voices and miscellaneous music, as well as what sounds like gunshots |