Letra de TROUPE DE POISSON - DUSTY

Splittin' in two equal halves of a heart

My body is here, but my mind is not

One laughs at the other as they fall apart

Now this is where the st—

One house, one home, one man, one soul

No peace, no calm, no— no mom

No sound, no noise, no grief, no joy

Hellbound, hellbound, hellbound, kill, fuck, destroy

Nothing really matters in the end and there's nothing else

There's nothing you can do to take the rue up off the shelf

So keep it all to yourself, think about it by yourself

You are now the god of your own personal hell

Splittin' in two equal halves of a heart

My body is here, but my mind is not

One laughs at the other as they fall apart

Now this is where the st—

They want me dead, I know they want me dead

I know all of this can't just be inside my head

I'm not tripping, don't tell me I'm slipping again

If you're not with me, then you must be with them

Introducing tonight's amusement

Jumping through hoops and caving the roof in

Here's the performer, here to perform his last trick

Center stage hear the sound of a gun click

Huh? (Yeah)

Six strings pickin' inbetween two chords

So in sync, ringing in a million hoards

My instinct's kicking in, somebody's at the door (Who's that?)

In an instant, standing in my shadow on the floor (Who are you?)

"A musician" he says with his hands out for my guitar (What?)

I blinked quick and handed it to him while still in awe, he said (Stand back)

"You're the man I'm looking for"

"Let me show you something sweet to make the whole crowd roar"

Splittin' in two equal halves of a heart

My body is here, but my mind is not

One laughs at the other as they fall apart (Huh?)

Now this is where the story ends

Fucked up

¿Te encanta la letra de TROUPE DE POISSON? ¡Compártela con tus amigos!