Honey Pot
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โฑ๏ธ 3:41 duration
๐ ID: 10453004
๐ Lyrics
So you think you got a feeling in your head
Got a pack of good deeds for the entry fee
All dressed up for judgment day
So you think you got a reason, my friend
To keep throwing those stones from a big glass home
Your righteousness is paper-thin
When's the last time you felt right?
This has always been a prison
You're not living, you're just doing time
But there's a world on the outside
Where everything is nothing
All we have is what we're leaving behind
Morphine, daydream; the edge of a knife
Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
Tracing faces on the ceiling
Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
Paint on the walls are peeling off
So you think you found a burning in your heart
Now you envy greed and the selfish things
That tore your family apart
Do you think you sought a savior out of fear
Needing someone else to forgive yourself
And make it all disappear
Morphine daydream; the edge of a knife
Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
Tracing faces on the ceiling
Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
Paint on the walls are peeling
Blackout, cash-out; now you're alive
If the air you breathe was given
All your sins will be forgiven
Comatose, overdose; just killing time
Ain't that a funny way of living?
Like this life is an audition then you die
Morphine daydream; the edge of a knife
Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
Tracing faces on the ceiling
Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
Paint on the walls are peeling
Blackout, cash-out; now you're alive
If the air you breathe was given
All your sins will be forgiven
Comatose, overdose; just killing time
Ain't that a funny way of living?
Like this life is an audition then you die
Got a pack of good deeds for the entry fee
All dressed up for judgment day
So you think you got a reason, my friend
To keep throwing those stones from a big glass home
Your righteousness is paper-thin
When's the last time you felt right?
This has always been a prison
You're not living, you're just doing time
But there's a world on the outside
Where everything is nothing
All we have is what we're leaving behind
Morphine, daydream; the edge of a knife
Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
Tracing faces on the ceiling
Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
Paint on the walls are peeling off
So you think you found a burning in your heart
Now you envy greed and the selfish things
That tore your family apart
Do you think you sought a savior out of fear
Needing someone else to forgive yourself
And make it all disappear
Morphine daydream; the edge of a knife
Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
Tracing faces on the ceiling
Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
Paint on the walls are peeling
Blackout, cash-out; now you're alive
If the air you breathe was given
All your sins will be forgiven
Comatose, overdose; just killing time
Ain't that a funny way of living?
Like this life is an audition then you die
Morphine daydream; the edge of a knife
Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
Tracing faces on the ceiling
Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
Paint on the walls are peeling
Blackout, cash-out; now you're alive
If the air you breathe was given
All your sins will be forgiven
Comatose, overdose; just killing time
Ain't that a funny way of living?
Like this life is an audition then you die
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.55] So you think you got a feeling in your head
[00:15.44] Got a pack of good deeds for the entry fee
[00:18.21] All dressed up for judgment day
[00:21.63] So you think you got a reason, my friend
[00:25.56] To keep throwing those stones from a big glass home
[00:28.65] Your righteousness is paper-thin
[00:31.55] When's the last time you felt right?
[00:35.50] This has always been a prison
[00:38.06] You're not living, you're just doing time
[00:41.50] But there's a world on the outside
[00:45.89] Where everything is nothing
[00:48.66] All we have is what we're leaving behind
[00:54.08] Morphine, daydream; the edge of a knife
[00:58.37] Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
[01:01.72] Tracing faces on the ceiling
[01:04.52] Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
[01:08.87] From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
[01:12.36] Paint on the walls are peeling off
[01:16.86]
[01:25.24] So you think you found a burning in your heart
[01:29.56] Now you envy greed and the selfish things
[01:32.61] That tore your family apart
[01:35.66] Do you think you sought a savior out of fear
[01:39.78] Needing someone else to forgive yourself
[01:42.86] And make it all disappear
[01:45.55] Morphine daydream; the edge of a knife
[01:49.13] Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
[01:52.84] Tracing faces on the ceiling
[01:55.20] Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
[01:59.68] From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
[02:03.34] Paint on the walls are peeling
[02:05.99] Blackout, cash-out; now you're alive
[02:09.93] If the air you breathe was given
[02:12.88] All your sins will be forgiven
[02:15.61] Comatose, overdose; just killing time
[02:20.06] Ain't that a funny way of living?
[02:22.86] Like this life is an audition then you die
[02:28.17]
[02:45.96] Morphine daydream; the edge of a knife
[02:50.52] Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
[02:54.05] Tracing faces on the ceiling
[02:56.63] Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
[03:01.12] From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
[03:04.54] Paint on the walls are peeling
[03:06.80] Blackout, cash-out; now you're alive
[03:11.10] If the air you breathe was given
[03:13.91] All your sins will be forgiven
[03:17.02] Comatose, overdose; just killing time
[03:21.33] Ain't that a funny way of living?
[03:24.09] Like this life is an audition then you die
[03:27.38]
[00:15.44] Got a pack of good deeds for the entry fee
[00:18.21] All dressed up for judgment day
[00:21.63] So you think you got a reason, my friend
[00:25.56] To keep throwing those stones from a big glass home
[00:28.65] Your righteousness is paper-thin
[00:31.55] When's the last time you felt right?
[00:35.50] This has always been a prison
[00:38.06] You're not living, you're just doing time
[00:41.50] But there's a world on the outside
[00:45.89] Where everything is nothing
[00:48.66] All we have is what we're leaving behind
[00:54.08] Morphine, daydream; the edge of a knife
[00:58.37] Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
[01:01.72] Tracing faces on the ceiling
[01:04.52] Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
[01:08.87] From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
[01:12.36] Paint on the walls are peeling off
[01:16.86]
[01:25.24] So you think you found a burning in your heart
[01:29.56] Now you envy greed and the selfish things
[01:32.61] That tore your family apart
[01:35.66] Do you think you sought a savior out of fear
[01:39.78] Needing someone else to forgive yourself
[01:42.86] And make it all disappear
[01:45.55] Morphine daydream; the edge of a knife
[01:49.13] Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
[01:52.84] Tracing faces on the ceiling
[01:55.20] Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
[01:59.68] From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
[02:03.34] Paint on the walls are peeling
[02:05.99] Blackout, cash-out; now you're alive
[02:09.93] If the air you breathe was given
[02:12.88] All your sins will be forgiven
[02:15.61] Comatose, overdose; just killing time
[02:20.06] Ain't that a funny way of living?
[02:22.86] Like this life is an audition then you die
[02:28.17]
[02:45.96] Morphine daydream; the edge of a knife
[02:50.52] Hits like a tidal wave of empty feeling
[02:54.05] Tracing faces on the ceiling
[02:56.63] Novocain, slow pain; let's go for a ride
[03:01.12] From whose honey pot have you been stealing?
[03:04.54] Paint on the walls are peeling
[03:06.80] Blackout, cash-out; now you're alive
[03:11.10] If the air you breathe was given
[03:13.91] All your sins will be forgiven
[03:17.02] Comatose, overdose; just killing time
[03:21.33] Ain't that a funny way of living?
[03:24.09] Like this life is an audition then you die
[03:27.38]