DANCE GAVIN DANCE- The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 4 LYRICS

Back to sloth and sleeping binges!
Self defeating outbirst, cringes!
Thoughts get rusty, creaky hinges!
Lost that box of clean syringes!
Stuck to the ceiling, I’m in view!
Can’t shake the notion, I’m becoming you!
The look from above, the same as below!
Sign up for high, free dose of low!
The jig is up, I’m the one!
Manipulate, the ones I love!
Light my path, reveal the beacon!
Where’s my balance, can’t stop thinking!
Can’t stop thinking! Can’t stop thinking!
STOP!

I wear my soul on my sleeve at night. (Searching for, searching for substance!)
I lose control of my autonomic mind. (Waiting for the impulse!)
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes. (Your thoughts intangible!)
Follow me down, we’ll get paralyzed. (Around the winding road!)
Hang on. Hang on. Don’t lose composure now.
Hang on. Hang on. Feed into the miracle, don’t be fucking cynical.
Hang on. Hang on. Don’t lose composure now.
Hang on. Hang on. Girl don’t be so difficult. Come on let’s get physical.

Sinus pressure getting older!
I like weight upon my shoulders!
Here I live inside this CD!
Tell your friends he’s super creepy!
Weirded out a simple human!
Confused by words, arrange and move them,
into spaces, no apparent meaning!
Eat this song, your ears are greedy!

Cut out this conversation, desperation, now.
Losing admiration, holding on to accidents.
What have I done? (I can turn it off again!)
What have I done? (I can smile on a whim! I can make believe in him!)
That calls for your attention? (The function in the algorithm!)
What have I done? (I can turn it off again!)
What have I done? (I can smile on a whim! I can make believe in him!)
That keeps you hanging on? (The function in the algorithm!)

I wear my soul on my sleeve at night. (Searching for, searching for substance!)
I lose control of my autonomic mind. (Waiting for the impulse!)
And I saw the rage burning in your eyes. (Your thoughts intangible!)
Follow me down, we’ll get paralyzed. (Around the winding road!)

Hang on. Hang on. Don’t lose composure now.
Hang on. Hang on. Feed into the miracle, don’t be fucking cynical.
Hang on. Hang on. Don’t lose composure now.
Hang on. Hang on. Girl don’t be so difficult. Come on let’s get physical.