Song | Infectious |
Artist | Lagwagon |
Album | Resolve |
Controlled, consumed | |
Thoughts unattached | |
Each one a failed synapses detached from fact | |
One positive, one negative | |
Desperate, holding on to healthy images | |
Remember witness, wattness, matters we’re not gonna make it | |
Provoking everyone but no one gives a... | |
Half laugh, half sigh | |
Half-sad, half-smile | |
Losing ability to recall his half-life | |
Burn from the stove | |
Keys locked inside | |
Dazed as impending anger turns up in reprise | |
Remember green light, keeper, easy and eyes on the road ahead | |
Provoking everyone with all the words he said | |
Infectious | |
I won't speak of all that would have been | |
Gained, lost, spent | |
But I won't think of all that could have been | |
Controlled, consumed | |
Thoughts unattached | |
Outburst, these images are melding in my head | |
Remember Franken, | |
Milkweg, Lintfabrik | |
The weirdest we have seen | |
Fires and blown-out tires | |
Perfect tragedy | |
Infectious | |
Infectious | |
But I won't think of all that should have been | |
Waste, lost, spent | |
But I won't think of all that could have been | |
Goodbye old friend | |
I won't speak of all that could have been | |
Goodbye old friend | |
I won't speak of all that could have been | |
Goodbye old friend |
Controlled, consumed | |
Thoughts unattached | |
Each one a failed synapses detached from fact | |
One positive, one negative | |
Desperate, holding on to healthy images | |
Remember witness, wattness, matters we' re not gonna make it | |
Provoking everyone but no one gives a... | |
Half laugh, half sigh | |
Halfsad, halfsmile | |
Losing ability to recall his halflife | |
Burn from the stove | |
Keys locked inside | |
Dazed as impending anger turns up in reprise | |
Remember green light, keeper, easy and eyes on the road ahead | |
Provoking everyone with all the words he said | |
Infectious | |
I won' t speak of all that would have been | |
Gained, lost, spent | |
But I won' t think of all that could have been | |
Controlled, consumed | |
Thoughts unattached | |
Outburst, these images are melding in my head | |
Remember Franken, | |
Milkweg, Lintfabrik | |
The weirdest we have seen | |
Fires and blownout tires | |
Perfect tragedy | |
Infectious | |
Infectious | |
But I won' t think of all that should have been | |
Waste, lost, spent | |
But I won' t think of all that could have been | |
Goodbye old friend | |
I won' t speak of all that could have been | |
Goodbye old friend | |
I won' t speak of all that could have been | |
Goodbye old friend |