Jack-in-A-Box
My voice takes part in a familiar nuance
I cant describe the partake
The closing of a dreaded chapter
Now brings a sadness to my face
A duality of life not young and old
A duality of life with a bullet and a skull
All talk no game have I gone insane
These words are all a horrible mind game
Terrorisation of myself
By merely having thoughts
My dreams seem to be the only escape
So even sleeping becomes a chore
White lies from thought to thought
Like pin pricks in my brain
When lies get confused with truth
Don't play pass the parcel with the pain
A duality of life not young and old
A duality of life with a bullet and a skull
All talk no game have I gone insane
These words are all a horrible mind game
Even as I lay
Knowing that I'm not a trap
I wait for the pray
So I can knowingly turn my back
You wind me up just to use me once
And you laugh when I show my face
Just put me back up on the shelf
Where I can question my place
A duality of life not young and old
A duality of life with a bullet and a skull
All talk no game have I gone insane
These words are all a horrible mind game
I thought of north but I was south
Unfamiliar sights behold
A twisted smile on a broken face
Now fearing he'll grow old
I cant describe the partake
The closing of a dreaded chapter
Now brings a sadness to my face
A duality of life not young and old
A duality of life with a bullet and a skull
All talk no game have I gone insane
These words are all a horrible mind game
Terrorisation of myself
By merely having thoughts
My dreams seem to be the only escape
So even sleeping becomes a chore
White lies from thought to thought
Like pin pricks in my brain
When lies get confused with truth
Don't play pass the parcel with the pain
A duality of life not young and old
A duality of life with a bullet and a skull
All talk no game have I gone insane
These words are all a horrible mind game
Even as I lay
Knowing that I'm not a trap
I wait for the pray
So I can knowingly turn my back
You wind me up just to use me once
And you laugh when I show my face
Just put me back up on the shelf
Where I can question my place
A duality of life not young and old
A duality of life with a bullet and a skull
All talk no game have I gone insane
These words are all a horrible mind game
I thought of north but I was south
Unfamiliar sights behold
A twisted smile on a broken face
Now fearing he'll grow old
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Writer(s): Alex Thackray
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