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Puressence - Walking Dead lyrics
I got two pale hands up against the window pane I'm shaking with the heat of my need again It starts in my feet, reverbs up to my brain There's nothing I can do to reverse the gain I'm looking down to the street below There's nothing in the way they move to show They too, know what I knew They too hunger for the beast below Listening to the radio I feel so out of place There's a certain something missing that the treble can't erase I know you can tell just by looking at my face A word about my weakness I'm totally addicted to bass Wow woah ho Totally addicted to bass Wow woah ho (Wow woah ho) There's nothing I can do to be cool I don't sleep till I've had my fuel It frustrates if I am deprived A hunger that grates from deep inside I feel like I'm doing time Imprisoned by dependence on a rhythm sublime In my mind I must overcome the need to define The solitary silence of a faceless crime Standing by the stereo I'm feeling so alone My back against a speaker and I'm moving on my own Surrounded by so many and they're staring at my face They're picking up my problem Totally addicted to bass Wow woah ho Totally addicted to bass Wow woah ho Your bassline is shooting up my spine Wow woah ho Your bassline has got me feeling fine It's filling up my mind Sunrise at my window, I look down on the street People I see everywhere are tapping their feet Suddenly I realise in a look that I was wrong Everybody's groovin' to their own song Down at the scene below There's something in the way they move to show They too, know what I know They too hunger for the beast below R |
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