Song | Real Real |
Artist | Fiction Plane |
Album | Everything Will Never Be OK |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Bathing in the sun | |
Chewed up by some bugs | |
Tearing through my flesh | |
I can feel their love | |
I hope that they are happy | |
I feed them with my blood | |
Today they may be rich | |
But tomorrow comes a flood | |
Real real real | |
What are the chances | |
Someone paid for me to grow up | |
A mouth without a face | |
He fights his fights in our back garden | |
Inside we eat creatures | |
Our hearts begin to harden | |
A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don’t need | |
We give our days to nothing | |
But we’re not prepared to bleed |
Bathing in the sun | |
Chewed up by some bugs | |
Tearing through my flesh | |
I can feel their love | |
I hope that they are happy | |
I feed them with my blood | |
Today they may be rich | |
But tomorrow comes a flood | |
Real real real | |
What are the chances | |
Someone paid for me to grow up | |
A mouth without a face | |
He fights his fights in our back garden | |
Inside we eat creatures | |
Our hearts begin to harden | |
A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don' t need | |
We give our days to nothing | |
But we' re not prepared to bleed |
Bathing in the sun | |
Chewed up by some bugs | |
Tearing through my flesh | |
I can feel their love | |
I hope that they are happy | |
I feed them with my blood | |
Today they may be rich | |
But tomorrow comes a flood | |
Real real real | |
What are the chances | |
Someone paid for me to grow up | |
A mouth without a face | |
He fights his fights in our back garden | |
Inside we eat creatures | |
Our hearts begin to harden | |
A glowing hypnotist sells us a beauty we don' t need | |
We give our days to nothing | |
But we' re not prepared to bleed |