Electric Fruit from Red Thread by Death Dance
Tracklist
| 4. | Electric Fruit | 4:10 |
Lyrics
You think everything’s TV
You’ve been watching for too long
Every word a little remark
Brain reduced to static fog
Weak mind
You coddle yourself
Just one more hour
Of stimulation
Weak heart
You never challenge yourself
Just one more year
You’ll have your shit down I’m sure
Call me
Don’t write another word
I’m tired of being bored of you
You were in my head
A chorus of birds
A feeling of dread
That’s never been heard
Don’t call me
I’m tired of you
I’m tired
Your future is dead
You wanted, you wanted to waste your time
Your future is dead
You wanted, you wanted the easy life
(simultaneous)
Blackout your mind
You’ll be just find
The best things in life
Won’t be televised
You set your goals so low
Bar to the floor
Reap that shit you never sow
You think everything’s a line
A sitcom joke
grape rotten on the vine
Rather wipe clean your mind
With telephone light
Than sit and sort through
Your thoughts for a while
(Simultaneous)
Of you, of you~
