The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 4 (Tree City Sessions)

Back to sloth and sleeping binges
 Self defeating outburst, cringes
 Thoughts get rusty, creaky hinges
 Lost that box of clean syringes
 Stuck to the ceiling I'm in view
 Can't shake the notion I'm becoming you
 The look from above same as below
 Sign up for high, free dose of low
 The Jig is up, I'm the one
 Manipulate the ones I love
 Light my path, reveal the beacon
 Where's my balance
 Can't stop thinking
 Can't stop thinking
 Can't stop thinking
 Stop
 I wear my soul on my sleeve at night
 (Searching for substance)
 I lose control of my autonomic mind
 (Waiting for the impulse)
 And I saw the rage burning in your eyes
 (Your thoughts intangible)
 Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed
 (Around the winding road)
 Hang on, hang on
 Don't lose composure now
 Hang on hang on
 Feed into the miracle
 Don't be fucking cynical
 Hang on, hang on
 Don't lose composure now
 Hang on hang on
 Girl don't be so difficult
 Come here let's get physical
 ♪
 Sinus pressure getting older
 I like weight upon my shoulders
 Here I live inside this cd
 Tell your friends he's super creepy
 Weirded out a simple human
 Confused by words arrange and move them
 Into spaces no apparent meaning
 Eat this song your ears are greedy
 Cut out this conversation, desperation, now
 Losing admiration, holding onto accidents
 (I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim)
 What have I done, what have I done?
 (I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm)
 That calls for your attention?
 (I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim)
 What have I done, what have I done?
 (I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm)
 That keeps you hanging on?
 I wear my soul on my sleeve at night
 (Searching for substance)
 I lose control of my autonomic mind
 (Waiting for the impulse)
 And I saw the rage burning in your eyes
 (Your thoughts intangible)
 Follow me down, we'll get paralyzed
 (Around the winding road)
 Hang on, hang on
 Don't lose composure now
 Hang on hang on
 Feed into the miracle
 Don't be fucking cynical
 Hang on, hang on
 Don't lose composure now
 Hang on hang on
 Girl don't be so difficult
 Come here let's get physical