MIDI Hero
π΅ 1185 characters
β±οΈ 4:41 duration
π ID: 12564010
π Lyrics
Can't make out what you once said
Born and raised in my bed
Bathed in blood and milk instead
Is this real, am I dead?
It's a song stuck in my head
All alone
Bathed in blood
Don't go alone
I swear I'm gonna make you wish that you had never met me
FΓΈrste, femogtyve
Anden, femten
Tredje, Nitten
Fjerde, Atten
Femte, enogtyve
Sjette, tyve
Tredje, Nitten
Fjerde, Atten
FΓΈrste, femogtyve
Anden, femten
Tredje, Nitten
Fjerde, Atten
Femte, enogtyve
Sjette, tyve
Just a thought in my head
In your heart until the end
This is real, I'm not dead
Listen to the voices when the cockroach is fed
All alone in my bed
Sugar-coated gum is bursting out of my head
Close your eyes, take my hand
Angels penetrating skulls and phosphorous glands
Home is where the stranger sleeps, home is my reality
Home is where the stranger sleeps, home is right across the street
Home is where you handle me, home is just a fantasy
You and I can be pretend
Take me lungs and breathe in sand
Think that I'm round the bend?
You're too young to understand
We'll be friends until the end
Bleeding out at 2 AM
I wish you were still my friend
If only I could make you wish that you had never met me but I'm scared
Born and raised in my bed
Bathed in blood and milk instead
Is this real, am I dead?
It's a song stuck in my head
All alone
Bathed in blood
Don't go alone
I swear I'm gonna make you wish that you had never met me
FΓΈrste, femogtyve
Anden, femten
Tredje, Nitten
Fjerde, Atten
Femte, enogtyve
Sjette, tyve
Tredje, Nitten
Fjerde, Atten
FΓΈrste, femogtyve
Anden, femten
Tredje, Nitten
Fjerde, Atten
Femte, enogtyve
Sjette, tyve
Just a thought in my head
In your heart until the end
This is real, I'm not dead
Listen to the voices when the cockroach is fed
All alone in my bed
Sugar-coated gum is bursting out of my head
Close your eyes, take my hand
Angels penetrating skulls and phosphorous glands
Home is where the stranger sleeps, home is my reality
Home is where the stranger sleeps, home is right across the street
Home is where you handle me, home is just a fantasy
You and I can be pretend
Take me lungs and breathe in sand
Think that I'm round the bend?
You're too young to understand
We'll be friends until the end
Bleeding out at 2 AM
I wish you were still my friend
If only I could make you wish that you had never met me but I'm scared