Deadhouse
Jonas Renkse
Somehow better without this
Headlights fuck the city
Somewhere I’m broken
No sensations nevermore
Somehow I never leave this deadhouse
Somehow I don’t mind being gone
And if you really think you’ve seen me
I have to prove you that you’re wrong
What do you say and when you speak?
I sense no time
Discouraged television sleep
Not awake until it’s dark
Somehow I never leave this deadhouse
Somehow I don’t mind being gone
And if you really think you’ve seen me
I have to prove you that you’re wrong
Somehow I never leave this deadhouse
Somehow I don’t mind being gone
And if you really think you’ve seen me
I have to prove you that you’re wrong