Talking Plaster Walls Pt.3 by Stray Kites
Talking Plaster Walls Pt.3 lyrics
Am I some sort of sadist?
All macabre and razed flesh
Well, Fuhrer's love. Well, Fuhrer's judgement.
Please, call me servant when I am summoned
I'm still young. Say I've got time.
Well, all is well. Well, all is fine.
Close my eyes because bliss is blind-
ness I miss what I despise
The most, my flesh, my former self
Talking mirror/Talking death
Ghost of Fuhrer save what's left
A pinning, civilized, sadist.
Staring into the eyes of a lobotomized
Version of myself. We're still in good health, but
We're in the same rut an in our lives and in our wrists
There's the same shortcuts.
I say I love you everyday
But every chance I disobey
Distraction Demons kept at bay
But that's why Fuhrer came
In the first place
My "high hygiene"
That's my mental heath
Well, Misanthrope = I hate myself
Talking plaster, Fuhrer's got a plan
I'll always be a bastard, but he'll always be my dad
Staring into the eyes of a lobotomized
Version of myself. We're still in good health, but
We're in the same rut an in our lives and in our wrists
There's the same shortcuts.
Staring into the eyes of a dichotomized
Version of myself. We're still in good health, but
We're in the same rut an in our lives and in our wrists
There's the same shortcuts.
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