Текст и слова песни So Many Dynamos – The Novelty Of Haunting
The last thing I remember
The car was falling straight into the lake.
Crashed into the surface.
The airbags suffocated me and I
Woke up in the morning
And it felt just like a dream.
Shutting off without a purpose
Cutting to a different scene
I jumped out of the shower
Put on the clothes I'd just had on before.
Stood still for a moment.
I toweled off and noticed when I
Looked at my reflection
That I looked just like a ghost.
I was pale, I was translucent.
I was cool and decomposed.
I think your demons need some exorcise.
It's been over a year now.
The novelty of haunting has worn off.
It was cool for a while.
My funeral was decent and I
Want to see my friends now
But I don't want to be a creep.
Floating silent in the corner
With their bodies fast asleep.
It's all sort of confusing.
I don't know what to do with my dead self.
Waiting for an afterlife
But I don't think it's happening and I
Wish my soul could end up
Where my body now resides.
Miles down into the soil
With a ribcage full of flies.
I think your demons need some exorcise
The car was falling straight into the lake.
Crashed into the surface.
The airbags suffocated me and I
Woke up in the morning
And it felt just like a dream.
Shutting off without a purpose
Cutting to a different scene
I jumped out of the shower
Put on the clothes I'd just had on before.
Stood still for a moment.
I toweled off and noticed when I
Looked at my reflection
That I looked just like a ghost.
I was pale, I was translucent.
I was cool and decomposed.
I think your demons need some exorcise.
It's been over a year now.
The novelty of haunting has worn off.
It was cool for a while.
My funeral was decent and I
Want to see my friends now
But I don't want to be a creep.
Floating silent in the corner
With their bodies fast asleep.
It's all sort of confusing.
I don't know what to do with my dead self.
Waiting for an afterlife
But I don't think it's happening and I
Wish my soul could end up
Where my body now resides.
Miles down into the soil
With a ribcage full of flies.
I think your demons need some exorcise
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