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Circus BazookoMy hands are empty, my soul is plentyYou can ease or tempt me I just need your remedy in my mind My eyes are flicking, my skull is itching Am I real or fiction Is it real or every fear in my bones My head is sinking, my love is quicksand Is it real or fiction I just need your remedy in mind My mind electric, my soul reflected I can't leave or take it Am I real or in a UFO Still alone, I'm still a monster Still alone as a clown Still know I'm still a monster Still as lost as I'm found Still a loner, still a monster Still alone as a clown My head's in stitches, my love's a stickshift I can squeeze or milk it Is it real or just a dream of mine My boat is tipping, my horse is limping I can't ease or sink it I just need some remedy tonight Still alone, I'm still a monster Still alone as a clown Still a loner, still a monster Still a lone battleground My heart was wired in thorn My heart was wired in thorn My heart was wired in thorn My heart was wired in thorn |