Drain

Heavy head
Dead end days
Single bed
Pointless chase
With my head held high
As another year goes by

Dance along
To the chainsaw sound
With my head held high
As a whole life passes by

Somewhere in the shades of blackburnt toast
I think I could caught a slight flourescent glow
A different colour spectra than I know
But I'm not too sure

'Cause somewhere behind my tired eyes
A tiny streak of magic slowly dies
Beneath my gray day-to-day routines
Of TV dreams

Brain-fed
Entertained
Blinded and soul-drained
Like a drugged ape stuck on a rollorcoaster ride
In front of the telly
Hopefully dreaming of the things I might have been
Of all the places I have never seen and never will
My livingroom satellite and I
Together on a pseudotrip tonight
Anonymous dreamless sleep on screen
My TV dream

Heavy head
Dead end days
Single bed
Pointless chase



Credits
Writer(s): Erik Hjalmar Holmberg, Krister Linder
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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