Sound

Find yourself another hell
Inside yourself A deeper well
Find Yourself A way to be
A friend who's your worst enemy

It's sound, It's sound
Spinning round and round
It's sound, It's sound
As I hurtle to the ground
It's sound, It's sound
It turns me back around
It's sound, It's sound
As I'm heading for the ground

You tell yourself it's no way to be
Your emptiness is no company
You live your life inside this hell
Your self-imposed prison cell

It's sound, It's sound
Spinning round and round
It's sound, It's sound
As I hurtle to the ground
It's sound, It's sound
It turns me back around
It's sound, It's sound
As I'm heading for the ground



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Mitchell
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