Junkie Shuffle
๐ต 2003 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:54 duration
๐ ID: 13622786
๐ Lyrics
Flashback divided into episodes
Relive the tortures on a higher dose
Fucked up, a nightmare wrapped in fairytales
A youth went forth to learn what fear was
Headfirst, ghost-driven collision course
Cheap trick, hands in holy dialogue
High five, rate and share the alibis
I can't see you so you can't see me
Shock-waved, high up on the amplitude
Full speed, overdosed and paranoid
Breast-fed from venom-rooted family tree
I can't say why but I don't like it
Impact, mirror made of broken glass
Make up to look familiar more or less
Full stop, mimic frozen in the move
I hide behind my alter ego
These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
This fear to be felt, the silence to break
These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
This fear to be felt, the silence to break
I got a mop and a bucket and a temple of dirt
Can't read the "What's left" slogan on the back of my shirt
(Who cares anyhow?)
I'm with a fist-fucked-fairy and a son of a bitch
I brought a fork and a grinder to get rid off the itch
Caress and dance with the unsuitables
Reset the memories unspeakable
Whiplash, neck and crop racked by remorse
I hope I won't have to remember
Playback, another way to kill the pain
Repeat the lesson as if to explain
Once more panic at the roundabout
What goes up, must come down
These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
This fear to be felt, the silence to break
These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
This fear to be felt, the silence to break
Forgot the keys to the locker where I coffered my head
And so I tend to a landmine to put on instead
(Who cares anyhow?)
There is this ten-ton-trigger at the panic-release
How the hell did I get here, and how can I leave?
I have a broken compass and self-painted map
I am about to nothing so I stay where I'm at
In the bed, in the chamber, in the house of this town
Like in a foreign culture, I live here on my own
Did you come for the money? Did you come for the show?
I am a puppet of action, who cares anyhow?
Relive the tortures on a higher dose
Fucked up, a nightmare wrapped in fairytales
A youth went forth to learn what fear was
Headfirst, ghost-driven collision course
Cheap trick, hands in holy dialogue
High five, rate and share the alibis
I can't see you so you can't see me
Shock-waved, high up on the amplitude
Full speed, overdosed and paranoid
Breast-fed from venom-rooted family tree
I can't say why but I don't like it
Impact, mirror made of broken glass
Make up to look familiar more or less
Full stop, mimic frozen in the move
I hide behind my alter ego
These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
This fear to be felt, the silence to break
These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
This fear to be felt, the silence to break
I got a mop and a bucket and a temple of dirt
Can't read the "What's left" slogan on the back of my shirt
(Who cares anyhow?)
I'm with a fist-fucked-fairy and a son of a bitch
I brought a fork and a grinder to get rid off the itch
Caress and dance with the unsuitables
Reset the memories unspeakable
Whiplash, neck and crop racked by remorse
I hope I won't have to remember
Playback, another way to kill the pain
Repeat the lesson as if to explain
Once more panic at the roundabout
What goes up, must come down
These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
This fear to be felt, the silence to break
These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
This fear to be felt, the silence to break
Forgot the keys to the locker where I coffered my head
And so I tend to a landmine to put on instead
(Who cares anyhow?)
There is this ten-ton-trigger at the panic-release
How the hell did I get here, and how can I leave?
I have a broken compass and self-painted map
I am about to nothing so I stay where I'm at
In the bed, in the chamber, in the house of this town
Like in a foreign culture, I live here on my own
Did you come for the money? Did you come for the show?
I am a puppet of action, who cares anyhow?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:20.55] Flashback divided into episodes
[00:22.25] Relive the tortures on a higher dose
[00:24.58] Fucked up, a nightmare wrapped in fairytales
[00:26.42] A youth went forth to learn what fear was
[00:29.12] Headfirst, ghost-driven collision course
[00:31.43] Cheap trick, hands in holy dialogue
[00:33.78] High five, rate and share the alibis
[00:35.83] I can't see you so you can't see me
[00:40.47]
[00:56.70] Shock-waved, high up on the amplitude
[00:59.12] Full speed, overdosed and paranoid
[01:01.43] Breast-fed from venom-rooted family tree
[01:03.48] I can't say why but I don't like it
[01:06.07] Impact, mirror made of broken glass
[01:08.35] Make up to look familiar more or less
[01:10.80] Full stop, mimic frozen in the move
[01:12.63] I hide behind my alter ego
[01:15.37] These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
[01:19.96] This fear to be felt, the silence to break
[01:24.55] These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
[01:29.13] This fear to be felt, the silence to break
[01:33.15] I got a mop and a bucket and a temple of dirt
[01:35.34] Can't read the "What's left" slogan on the back of my shirt
[01:41.40] (Who cares anyhow?)
[01:42.26] I'm with a fist-fucked-fairy and a son of a bitch
[01:44.67] I brought a fork and a grinder to get rid off the itch
[01:54.51] Caress and dance with the unsuitables
[01:56.88] Reset the memories unspeakable
[01:59.15] Whiplash, neck and crop racked by remorse
[02:01.11] I hope I won't have to remember
[02:03.73] Playback, another way to kill the pain
[02:06.01] Repeat the lesson as if to explain
[02:08.37] Once more panic at the roundabout
[02:10.39] What goes up, must come down
[02:13.09] These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
[02:17.69] This fear to be felt, the silence to break
[02:22.22] These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
[02:26.83] This fear to be felt, the silence to break
[02:30.88] Forgot the keys to the locker where I coffered my head
[02:33.15] And so I tend to a landmine to put on instead
[02:39.24] (Who cares anyhow?)
[02:39.50] There is this ten-ton-trigger at the panic-release
[02:42.50] How the hell did I get here, and how can I leave?
[02:47.44]
[03:30.62] I have a broken compass and self-painted map
[03:33.08] I am about to nothing so I stay where I'm at
[03:37.69]
[03:40.15] In the bed, in the chamber, in the house of this town
[03:42.32] Like in a foreign culture, I live here on my own
[03:44.71] Did you come for the money? Did you come for the show?
[03:47.02] I am a puppet of action, who cares anyhow?
[03:51.70]
[00:22.25] Relive the tortures on a higher dose
[00:24.58] Fucked up, a nightmare wrapped in fairytales
[00:26.42] A youth went forth to learn what fear was
[00:29.12] Headfirst, ghost-driven collision course
[00:31.43] Cheap trick, hands in holy dialogue
[00:33.78] High five, rate and share the alibis
[00:35.83] I can't see you so you can't see me
[00:40.47]
[00:56.70] Shock-waved, high up on the amplitude
[00:59.12] Full speed, overdosed and paranoid
[01:01.43] Breast-fed from venom-rooted family tree
[01:03.48] I can't say why but I don't like it
[01:06.07] Impact, mirror made of broken glass
[01:08.35] Make up to look familiar more or less
[01:10.80] Full stop, mimic frozen in the move
[01:12.63] I hide behind my alter ego
[01:15.37] These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
[01:19.96] This fear to be felt, the silence to break
[01:24.55] These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
[01:29.13] This fear to be felt, the silence to break
[01:33.15] I got a mop and a bucket and a temple of dirt
[01:35.34] Can't read the "What's left" slogan on the back of my shirt
[01:41.40] (Who cares anyhow?)
[01:42.26] I'm with a fist-fucked-fairy and a son of a bitch
[01:44.67] I brought a fork and a grinder to get rid off the itch
[01:54.51] Caress and dance with the unsuitables
[01:56.88] Reset the memories unspeakable
[01:59.15] Whiplash, neck and crop racked by remorse
[02:01.11] I hope I won't have to remember
[02:03.73] Playback, another way to kill the pain
[02:06.01] Repeat the lesson as if to explain
[02:08.37] Once more panic at the roundabout
[02:10.39] What goes up, must come down
[02:13.09] These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
[02:17.69] This fear to be felt, the silence to break
[02:22.22] These thoughts to be told, these words to be heard
[02:26.83] This fear to be felt, the silence to break
[02:30.88] Forgot the keys to the locker where I coffered my head
[02:33.15] And so I tend to a landmine to put on instead
[02:39.24] (Who cares anyhow?)
[02:39.50] There is this ten-ton-trigger at the panic-release
[02:42.50] How the hell did I get here, and how can I leave?
[02:47.44]
[03:30.62] I have a broken compass and self-painted map
[03:33.08] I am about to nothing so I stay where I'm at
[03:37.69]
[03:40.15] In the bed, in the chamber, in the house of this town
[03:42.32] Like in a foreign culture, I live here on my own
[03:44.71] Did you come for the money? Did you come for the show?
[03:47.02] I am a puppet of action, who cares anyhow?
[03:51.70]