Lyrics
Crushed and held hostage in my head
My dreams left locked behind close doors
And those following the signal gone dry
That turned into forgotten sounds and goodbyes
Leaving no echo behind
Power it up with a gun
With some love and a rope
Round his neck just for fun
Flattery worn, fickle doubt
Shaking off, drag it out
Sparks collect, put them out
Crowd pleasing untie
Block out the sound screaming so loud
So if you're loosing the impulse to try
Then you should take away the resume and retire
Shake off, drag off and creep out
From the roof of my mouth,
Hear the words forming there
Five years or more come around
And return to the sounds of a strange formula
It's just a strange formula
Return to the sound
From the roof of my mouth
Shake it off, drag it out
Return to the sound
