Rwtd Songtext
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Rwtd Songtext
Deep below my hometown
Lies a city of veins
Darkness flows through them
It rushes the gates
Little monster hiding away
Telling lies to my face
Just to get attention
Just to get its own way
Spinning tales on the web with silk
While gathering flies
To hang them up like criminal filth
Hangs ′em up like a prize
Like a cigarette butt
It burns your lips
It makes your heart turn yellow
It makes you sick
Not the monster from under your bed
Running with the dogs but the dogs don't see red
Some say some friend of mine
Monster, big scare, nightmare withered on the vine
I don′t find it easy
Doesn't mean it's bad
If I close my eyes and say goodbye to a life that I once had
I can feel the dust around me
Like a snowfield in the spring
Just because you can′t see it
Doesn′t mean it's not got in
Little monster follows me even when I can′t be found
Truth is I'd lose myself, so it stops hanging ′round
Not the monster from under your bed
Running with the dogs but the dogs don't see red
Some say some friend of mine
Monster, big scare, nightmare withered on the vine
Bitter is one thing I won′t be
Hard when you wake from a dream
Some people make it look easy
But there's only parts that I see
There's only parts that I see
Lies a city of veins
Darkness flows through them
It rushes the gates
Little monster hiding away
Telling lies to my face
Just to get attention
Just to get its own way
Spinning tales on the web with silk
While gathering flies
To hang them up like criminal filth
Hangs ′em up like a prize
Like a cigarette butt
It burns your lips
It makes your heart turn yellow
It makes you sick
Not the monster from under your bed
Running with the dogs but the dogs don't see red
Some say some friend of mine
Monster, big scare, nightmare withered on the vine
I don′t find it easy
Doesn't mean it's bad
If I close my eyes and say goodbye to a life that I once had
I can feel the dust around me
Like a snowfield in the spring
Just because you can′t see it
Doesn′t mean it's not got in
Little monster follows me even when I can′t be found
Truth is I'd lose myself, so it stops hanging ′round
Not the monster from under your bed
Running with the dogs but the dogs don't see red
Some say some friend of mine
Monster, big scare, nightmare withered on the vine
Bitter is one thing I won′t be
Hard when you wake from a dream
Some people make it look easy
But there's only parts that I see
There's only parts that I see
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