Fixation - The Art of Playing Dead lyrics

[Fixation - The Art of Playing Dead lyrics]

I was never good at speaking from the heart
Dressed in black with an icy tongue
A frightened child screaming in the dark
I would never had
Would never had the light to shine it on
My closet full of skeletons
Dreams are the misery that only heaven knows
Don't let them see you in the light

Cover the scars don't let them see your
Fucking beating heart wash off the blood
Without a pulse there's nothing
Left to crush don't let them
Don't let them see you in the light
Cover the scars don't let them see your
Fucking beating heart wash off the blood
Without a pulse there's nothing
Left to crush

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