The Dog

Duration

3:13

Genres

Electronic

Description

Lyrics

The only routine that I seem to believe in's the first cigarette that just slows down my dreaming. Straight to my head like the smell of your neck and the scent of the sand is burying me six feet under He was a fool and you the blind man You stole away for a false sense of passion. You know its goin to get harder lower and lower then higher and higher. Please God keep up with your torture, Keeps me believing there's something to live for. Cheer up dear sweetheart for soon you'll awaken they'll cradle your fall then they'll smother and break you. my my my I'm so sorry you're still feeling but give up on reason and give up on sleeping. The words that do not leave my mouth eat me up and they spit me out. You're not thinking unless your thoughts are riots These strange middle class children left their minds. Please, You've got to believe me I know how to manage the voices are screaming me. You know its goin to get harder Lower and lower then higher and higher. Please God keep up with your torture keeps me believing there's something to live for. He was your bitch you were the dog She kept on screaming, You cried out for more