Take your face and put it in between your knees.
Take your eyes and stare into a concentrated void
Television is mind control
We don't care
We don't f*cking care
Don't go outside
You wanna hold my hand?
You wanna walk me to the sun?
You wanna taste my dreams?
You wanna taste me when I am gone?
New York City is not the place where you wanna be
There's a fallout coming in different shapes and colors
In between the cracks in the streets
Television is mind control
This is not Sana Barbara
This is f*cking Utah
Don't wake up
The rot's up front
Don't wake up
We don't care
We don't f*cking care
On Sunday morning
On Sunday
The Color Lines Rot Video (MV)
Performed By: Daryl
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Michael H. Sanger, Michael Lamm, Dylan Baerwaldt
Daryl - The Color Lines Rot Lyrics
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Take your face and put it in between your knees.
Take your eyes and stare into a concentrated void
Television is mind control
We don't care
We don't f*cking care
Don't go outside
You wanna hold my hand?
You wanna walk me to the sun?
You wanna taste my dreams?
You wanna taste me when I am gone?
New York City is not the place where you wanna be
There's a fallout coming in different shapes and colors
In between the cracks in the streets
Television is mind control
This is not Sana Barbara
This is f*cking Utah
Don't wake up
The rot's up front
Don't wake up
We don't care
We don't f*cking care
On Sunday morning
On Sunday
Take your eyes and stare into a concentrated void
Television is mind control
We don't care
We don't f*cking care
Don't go outside
You wanna hold my hand?
You wanna walk me to the sun?
You wanna taste my dreams?
You wanna taste me when I am gone?
New York City is not the place where you wanna be
There's a fallout coming in different shapes and colors
In between the cracks in the streets
Television is mind control
This is not Sana Barbara
This is f*cking Utah
Don't wake up
The rot's up front
Don't wake up
We don't care
We don't f*cking care
On Sunday morning
On Sunday
Writer: Michael H. Sanger, Michael Lamm, Dylan Baerwaldt
Copyright: Lyrics © IDOL PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © IDOL PUBLISHING