Tightrope
Hell hounds sniffin' down my trail
Searching for another another crack in the holy grail
When their hunger calls to beg
Self-exposed true colours glow in retrograde
The Bloated faces on my wall
Choke and salivate, open wide and swallow whole
Tie me up and clip my wings
To Keep me safe while I watch you take everything
But In the meantime
I'll be getting wise
For a minute there I lost hope
But In the meantime
I'll be getting wise
For a minute there I lost hope
On a tightrope blind
Like a Bird strung on a wire
In the sunshine
While I'm prone to pray for rain
Counting bullets at my feet
Keeps me dancing on my knees
In my mind's eye
Gamblin' ain't what I do best
Yeah, Yeah
I can see the end of me
And underneath it all seems so cheap
Them crooked vultures come to pick me clean
Might as well succumb to the nature of things
They won't stop
Till All's white washed
With a candy crushed coated view
On a tightrope blind
Like a Bird strung on a wire
In the sunshine
While I'm prone to pray for rain
Counting bullets at my feet
Keeps me dancing on my knees
In my mind's eye
Gamblin' ain't what I do best
Gamblin' ain't what I do best
Ain't what I do best
Do electric sheep
Dare ever dream
At the cost of empathy
If I float or Sink
Happy Drowning
I'll practice patience where I preach
On a tightrope and I'm walkin' blind
On a tightrope honey see me walkin'
On a tightrope and I'm walkin' blind
On a tightrope see me walkin'
Searching for another another crack in the holy grail
When their hunger calls to beg
Self-exposed true colours glow in retrograde
The Bloated faces on my wall
Choke and salivate, open wide and swallow whole
Tie me up and clip my wings
To Keep me safe while I watch you take everything
But In the meantime
I'll be getting wise
For a minute there I lost hope
But In the meantime
I'll be getting wise
For a minute there I lost hope
On a tightrope blind
Like a Bird strung on a wire
In the sunshine
While I'm prone to pray for rain
Counting bullets at my feet
Keeps me dancing on my knees
In my mind's eye
Gamblin' ain't what I do best
Yeah, Yeah
I can see the end of me
And underneath it all seems so cheap
Them crooked vultures come to pick me clean
Might as well succumb to the nature of things
They won't stop
Till All's white washed
With a candy crushed coated view
On a tightrope blind
Like a Bird strung on a wire
In the sunshine
While I'm prone to pray for rain
Counting bullets at my feet
Keeps me dancing on my knees
In my mind's eye
Gamblin' ain't what I do best
Gamblin' ain't what I do best
Ain't what I do best
Do electric sheep
Dare ever dream
At the cost of empathy
If I float or Sink
Happy Drowning
I'll practice patience where I preach
On a tightrope and I'm walkin' blind
On a tightrope honey see me walkin'
On a tightrope and I'm walkin' blind
On a tightrope see me walkin'
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Writer(s): Ivan Carvalho
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