Song | In My Head |
Artist | Black Flag |
Album | Who's Got The 10 1/2? |
I hear voices when no one's around | |
Silent voices that no one can see | |
I hear voices that don't make a sound | |
The distant calling that calls out to me | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm rotting in your arms | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
Sometimes fables(?) | |
Are different than mine | |
They always come over when no one's around | |
Strangers(?) dark | |
They crawl in my face and won't leave me alone | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm burning through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I (?) light | |
I (?) side of my skull | |
When i(?) alone | |
Someone was laughing and pointing at me | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm rotting in your arms | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
(?) side of my head | |
The bullets are bright it's kept in the dark | |
(?) side of my head | |
(?) millions of (?) shot in the dark | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm rotting in your arms | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I hear voices when no one's around | |
Silent voices that no one can see | |
I hear voices that don't make a sound | |
The distant calling that calls out to me | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm rotting in your arms | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
Sometimes(?) | |
They(?) | |
When(?) | |
(?) dark | |
(?) and won't leave me alone | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i'm burning in your womb | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head |
I hear voices when no one' s around | |
Silent voices that no one can see | |
I hear voices that don' t make a sound | |
The distant calling that calls out to me | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m rotting in your arms | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
Sometimes fables? | |
Are different than mine | |
They always come over when no one' s around | |
Strangers? dark | |
They crawl in my face and won' t leave me alone | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m burning through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I ? light | |
I ? side of my skull | |
When i? alone | |
Someone was laughing and pointing at me | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m rotting in your arms | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your brain | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
? side of my head | |
The bullets are bright it' s kept in the dark | |
? side of my head | |
? millions of ? shot in the dark | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m rotting in your arms | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I hear voices when no one' s around | |
Silent voices that no one can see | |
I hear voices that don' t make a sound | |
The distant calling that calls out to me | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m rotting in your arms | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
Sometimes? | |
They? | |
When? | |
? dark | |
? and won' t leave me alone | |
Feels so nice and hopeless when i' m burning in your womb | |
In my head | |
In my head | |
I want to be that bullet that goes ripping through your skull | |
In my head | |
In my head |