Dollshead

It's Over, It's Under

 

Water turns to sand and turns to sound,
Follow me I'm going underground.
This orbit is an interlude,
Temporary, plantery food.
Lend me your fire so I can burn,
Save all my ashes for my return.
Not with a scream but with a sigh,
Keep your head down low and keep your hands held high.
You've got to admit - it's over,
I've got to admit - it's over now.
Lava turns to light and turns to waste,
Swallow me and tell me how I taste.
People stare and some pretend to speak,
It takes more than one taboo to built a perfect freak.
You've got to admit - it's over,
And I've got to admit - it's over now.
The war is over...
The boys are over...
The game is over...
The fame is over...
You've got to admit - it's over,
I've got to admit - it's over now.
You've got to admit - it's over,
And I've got to admit - it's over.
The game is over...
The deal is over...
The dream is over...
Underground...
The chase is over...
The scream is over...
Playtime's over...
Underground...
The joke is over...
The dream is over...
The song is over...
Underground...

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