My head is swiveling off the ground
I'm watching pieces tumble as they fall
And f*ck, I guess there goes my skull
As I dye the gutter with my half-brained thoughts and sympathies
I remark on the shade of red that mirrors how the sun has set
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
Hold on
My mind is leaving me hypnotized
I'm watching as I spiral from above
A horror-show I can't turn off
I blend my thoughts into a shake and drink away my apathy
I remark on the shade of red that used to beat right through my head
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
We all are made of broken things
And darling, that's why I'm afraid
Cause you are halfway to your grave
You stabbed yourself in the back
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
We all are made of broken things
And darling, that's why I'm afraid
Cause you are halfway to your grave
You stabbed yourself in the back
Hold on
Something's Cursed - Broken Things Lyrics
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My head is swiveling off the ground
I'm watching pieces tumble as they fall
And f*ck, I guess there goes my skull
As I dye the gutter with my half-brained thoughts and sympathies
I remark on the shade of red that mirrors how the sun has set
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
Hold on
My mind is leaving me hypnotized
I'm watching as I spiral from above
A horror-show I can't turn off
I blend my thoughts into a shake and drink away my apathy
I remark on the shade of red that used to beat right through my head
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
We all are made of broken things
And darling, that's why I'm afraid
Cause you are halfway to your grave
You stabbed yourself in the back
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
We all are made of broken things
And darling, that's why I'm afraid
Cause you are halfway to your grave
You stabbed yourself in the back
Hold on
I'm watching pieces tumble as they fall
And f*ck, I guess there goes my skull
As I dye the gutter with my half-brained thoughts and sympathies
I remark on the shade of red that mirrors how the sun has set
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
Hold on
My mind is leaving me hypnotized
I'm watching as I spiral from above
A horror-show I can't turn off
I blend my thoughts into a shake and drink away my apathy
I remark on the shade of red that used to beat right through my head
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
We all are made of broken things
And darling, that's why I'm afraid
Cause you are halfway to your grave
You stabbed yourself in the back
Hold on
Darling, that's what you might say
When you get lost inside your brain
You worry yourself cold and sick
We all are made of broken things
And darling, that's why I'm afraid
Cause you are halfway to your grave
You stabbed yourself in the back
Hold on
Writer: Carlo Fabiani
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