Dead Air

Ease the leash, run away from me
Your teenage fiction, strange poetry
I get this feeling, when I'm alone
You see me, on the TV

Oh you know, oh you know
It all goes round and round
Like greyhounds snapping at my mind
We're the fearless slaves
Of a higher praise
We need an iron fist
For an iron gate
Oh you know, oh you know

Rainbows, snakes
For champagne
You're all, you are
Oh you know, oh you know



Credits
Writer(s): Jensen Tjhung, Sarah Hardiman, Daniel Twomey, Nicholas Pratt
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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