Sordid Misadventure
In a land so far away
Looking for distraction
Mind set on decay
Sunken eyes are roaming
For scratch marks burned inside
Transparent Elephants
Trumpet his desires
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
Soul is up for ransom
Bones And kidneys too
Sleep is now a discarded board game
You were only born to lose
Memories seem to taper
Familiar faces few
Death would be too fancy
He'll Hold on for a few
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
Soselo Summer - Soriya Lyrics
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Sordid Misadventure
In a land so far away
Looking for distraction
Mind set on decay
Sunken eyes are roaming
For scratch marks burned inside
Transparent Elephants
Trumpet his desires
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
Soul is up for ransom
Bones And kidneys too
Sleep is now a discarded board game
You were only born to lose
Memories seem to taper
Familiar faces few
Death would be too fancy
He'll Hold on for a few
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
In a land so far away
Looking for distraction
Mind set on decay
Sunken eyes are roaming
For scratch marks burned inside
Transparent Elephants
Trumpet his desires
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
Soul is up for ransom
Bones And kidneys too
Sleep is now a discarded board game
You were only born to lose
Memories seem to taper
Familiar faces few
Death would be too fancy
He'll Hold on for a few
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
Oooo Talking to strangers
Using kitchen windows for a door
Talking to the face that bleeds from the walls
Writer: Ronan Sheehan
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