Modern Panic (Radio Edit)
When I'm on my time
Feeling my hands
In a jar, floating in the dark
Objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear, almost real
Into the deadlock of your room
Funeral comforts in a hospital lounge
I look deep into their dead soul
All the time
Into the deadlock of your room
I rest my hand, seduce my pain
Does no one know the card I'm playing tonight?
Into the deadlock of your room
Where are all the bright lies?
And the crawlers with light on their hands
I'm alone into the night now
All the faces look ugly again
As we run out of all the controllers
With their hands unplugging us all
Tell us where are all the bright lies?
And the crawlers with light on their hands
Oh-oh
As I crumble
To our future colony
Is moving tonight
Into the deadlock of your room
I'm waiting in the room for something else
Can't have no dreams in a cage
Into the deadlock of your room, uh
Where are all the bright lies?
And the crawlers with light on their hands
I'm alone into the night now
All the faces look ugly again
As we run out of all the controllers
With their hands unplugging us all
Tell us where are all the bright lies
And the crawlers with light on their hands
Feeling my hands
In a jar, floating in the dark
Objects in the mirror
Are closer than they appear, almost real
Into the deadlock of your room
Funeral comforts in a hospital lounge
I look deep into their dead soul
All the time
Into the deadlock of your room
I rest my hand, seduce my pain
Does no one know the card I'm playing tonight?
Into the deadlock of your room
Where are all the bright lies?
And the crawlers with light on their hands
I'm alone into the night now
All the faces look ugly again
As we run out of all the controllers
With their hands unplugging us all
Tell us where are all the bright lies?
And the crawlers with light on their hands
Oh-oh
As I crumble
To our future colony
Is moving tonight
Into the deadlock of your room
I'm waiting in the room for something else
Can't have no dreams in a cage
Into the deadlock of your room, uh
Where are all the bright lies?
And the crawlers with light on their hands
I'm alone into the night now
All the faces look ugly again
As we run out of all the controllers
With their hands unplugging us all
Tell us where are all the bright lies
And the crawlers with light on their hands
Credits
Writer(s): Dimitrios Sakellariou, Panagiotis Gklinos, Georgios Diathesopoulos, Dimitrios Georgopoulos
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