Coldwave | Minimal Wave | Darkwave | Analog Synth | Electro Postpunk by DARKLARK 2

Gone

Robot Hands


the way your hand now feels foreign 
like  a switch in my brain turned you hostile
an invader on native land
your presence is just essence feeding my paranoia

in between us is the void
the jokes now only have daggers thrown
where there was love
there is nothing

desolation of  a relation
this  is war

its like a storm picks up
when you send your passive aggressive texts
a balloon gets popped
when i'm feeling good about myself you think you need to comment

[chorus]

being with the private you
the public me
the hesitant view and the challenging troop
so drop the bombs
lets just end this
nothing matters until you're headless
this. is. war.

ohh weee
ohhh weee
ohhh weee
ohhh ahhh


pick it up
throw me around
like a rag doll
shot gunning the house with your crass critical sass
we established I'm to blame in luring you to this game
of war

where did these grenades come from?
sleeping in a helmet
this used to be our paradise but since this started 
shit aint nice
and i'm not sure who will win
we might need, some therapy


[chorus]
so drop the bombs
we used to be so fun
nothing matters til you're headless
this. is. war.
this. is war.
this is war!!!!!! ahhh


ohh weee
ohhh weee
ohhh weee
ohhh ahhh

wave the flag
we'll call it a day
repair and go back to being civil
until the minor thing creeps
and the the sirens begin

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