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Trazodone letra
I take my Trazodone and go to bed --
Wake up in the morning with holes in my head.
My friend's a doctor. He tells me I'm fine,
As long as I don't eat 'em all of the time.
There's a man in my dreams.
He's silhouetted by the dull, soft gleam.
He lights a smoke. He shows his teeth.
He tells me, "Son, I'm the devil you feed."
Here's the problem with the devil though, I guess: I just don't believe.
His eyes burn red, and emits a grin. He asks, "Son, will you follow me?"
Then the man's face starts to change.
All of a sudden he looks just like me.
Somehow I've seen this all before.
Exactly where, I'm not so sure.
Or is it 'when'? I couldn't say.
Time and space tend to disagree.
Then I wake from my sleep.
I floss the Trazodone from my teeth.
I take a shower and I comb my hair.
I trim my beard and I look in the mirror,
And I almost can't believe my eyes:
A mouth opened wide and paralyzed in fear.
Oh, look at the martyr!
He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror.
Some claim it was murder.
He saw the devil in his bed with his lover.
You wanted a martyr.
You hate the bed you're sleeping in, and all it's horror.
Her motive was murder.
Well, I'm the ghost that's haunting you, forever and ever.
You're right, my heart, it was a desert.
You're right, your love was a drink.
I wouldn't take a Goddamn sip, so I could die, or go to sleep.
No, no, no!
So she burned me like coal!
The skin is like her, they don't ever let you go.
I love the worst kind of criminals:
The kind that eat your heart;
The kind that steal your soul!
The kind that steal your soul!
Oh, look at the martyr!
He burned himself alive out of sheer cold terror.
Some claim it was murder.
He saw the devil in his bed with his lover.
You wanted a martyr.
You hate the bed you're sleeping in with all it's horror.
Her motive was murder.
Well, I'm the ghost that's haunting you, forever and ever!
And laying there with the ghost in my mouth,
Andy tells me to spit her out.
Oh Lord, I want to spit you out.
And laying there with the ghost in my mouth,
Andy tells me to spit her out.
Oh Lord, I want to spit her out.
Everything that you said to me;
All the words that you said to me;
Everything that you said to me
Was make-believe, just make-believe.
Everything that you said to me;
And all the words that you said to me;
Everything that you said to me
Was make-believe, just make-believe.
Trophy Scars - Letras
- ...And That's Where They Found My Body
- A Beauty Like Scissors (Shine On, Bleach Off)
- Absolute. Absolutes.
- Accent. Accents.
- Addict. Addicts.
- Alchemist. Alchemists
- Alligator. Alligators.
- An Introduction. All Introductions.
- Anna Lucia
- Anxiety. Anxieties.
- Apparition. Apparitions.
- Apple. Apples.
- Artist. Artists.
- Assassin. Assassins.
- Assistant. Assistants.
- Baby Eskimo Kisses
- Bad Dreams
- Bad View
- Bad Winter
- Botanicas
- Cats As A Measurement Of Time
- Chapter One: How To Fail Yourself
- Darkness
- Designed Like Dice (Crickets In Tune)
- Don't Fuss Over Spiders Thrown
- Dreams Of New Orleans
- El Cowboy Rojo
- Eyes Baptized In Mercury
- Geneva
- Good Luck
- Hey Kiddo!
- Hospital For Ghosts
- Hosting A Murder
- I Play Piano
- If You Call It A Knife...
- Jerry's The Name, Sociology's The Game
- Lesson 3
- Lesson 4
- Lindsay And The Endless Wall Of Alarm Clocks
- Nausea
- No.
- Nola
- Rachel, I Think He's Dead" They Screamed
- Sad Stanley
- Shadows Of The Koga Ninja
- Sleep Little Nemo - The Kidnapping!
- The Arcane Symbols
- The Hair-Trigger Flamenco
- The Moche Skeleton Dance
- There Are Ghosts
- This Is A Plant I Don't Want To Eat
- Time In Heaven, Forever In Hell
- Toronto
- Traps And Tricks And Such
- Trazodone
- Years So Much
- Yes.
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