The Robot with Human Hair, Pt. 4
Back to sloth and sleeping binges
Self-defeating outburst cringes
Thoughts get rusty, creaky hinges
Lost that box of clean syringes
Stuck to the ceiling, I'm in view
Can't shake the notion I'm becoming you
The look from above, same as below
Sign up for high, free dose of low
The Jig is up, I'm the one
Manipulate the ones I love
Light my path, reveal the beacon
Where's my balance? Can't stop thinking
Can't stop thinking, can't stop thinking, stop
I wear my soul on my sleeve at night (Searching for substance)
I lose control of my autonomic mind (Waiting for the impulse)
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes (Your thoughts intangible)
Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed (Around the winding road)
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Feed into the miracle
Don't be fucking cynical
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Girl, don't be so difficult
Come here, let's get physical
Sinus pressure, getting older
I like weight upon my shoulders
Here I live, inside this CD
Tell your friends he's super creepy
Weirded out a simple human
Confused by words, arrange and move them
Into spaces, apparent meaning
Eat this song, your ears are greedy
Cut out this conversation, desperation, now
Losing admiration, holding onto accidents
(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim) What have I done, what have I done?
(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm) That calls for your attention?
(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim) What have I done, what have I done?
(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm) That keeps you hanging on?
I wear my soul on my sleeve at night (Searching for substance)
I lose control of my autonomic mind (Waiting for the impulse)
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes (Your thoughts intangible)
Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed (Around the winding road)
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Feed into the miracle
Don't be fucking cynical
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Girl, don't be so difficult
Come here, let's get physical
Self-defeating outburst cringes
Thoughts get rusty, creaky hinges
Lost that box of clean syringes
Stuck to the ceiling, I'm in view
Can't shake the notion I'm becoming you
The look from above, same as below
Sign up for high, free dose of low
The Jig is up, I'm the one
Manipulate the ones I love
Light my path, reveal the beacon
Where's my balance? Can't stop thinking
Can't stop thinking, can't stop thinking, stop
I wear my soul on my sleeve at night (Searching for substance)
I lose control of my autonomic mind (Waiting for the impulse)
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes (Your thoughts intangible)
Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed (Around the winding road)
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Feed into the miracle
Don't be fucking cynical
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Girl, don't be so difficult
Come here, let's get physical
Sinus pressure, getting older
I like weight upon my shoulders
Here I live, inside this CD
Tell your friends he's super creepy
Weirded out a simple human
Confused by words, arrange and move them
Into spaces, apparent meaning
Eat this song, your ears are greedy
Cut out this conversation, desperation, now
Losing admiration, holding onto accidents
(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim) What have I done, what have I done?
(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm) That calls for your attention?
(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim) What have I done, what have I done?
(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm) That keeps you hanging on?
I wear my soul on my sleeve at night (Searching for substance)
I lose control of my autonomic mind (Waiting for the impulse)
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes (Your thoughts intangible)
Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed (Around the winding road)
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Feed into the miracle
Don't be fucking cynical
Hang on, hang on
Don't lose composure now
Hang on, hang on
Girl, don't be so difficult
Come here, let's get physical
Credits
Writer(s): Jonny Craig, William Swan, Jonathan David Mess, Matthew James Mingus
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