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letra de the funhouse - francis of delirium

the funhouse lyrics
this isn’t a call to arms
this is a breakdown, a falling apart
this is the acceptance of sin
this is the lamb, i’m feeding him
am i bleeding over, my lungs spilled under
i don’t know how this one ends
i don’t know how this one ends

there’s a dog on it’s hind legs
screaming out “baby i’m outside, baby i’m outside”
there’s a place that it takes you
to do it’s best to break you
you can’t fight, baby i can’t fight
i’m a free floating body with your skin slipping off my
and your life flying at me but i know that i’m all alone
i don’t need you to take me home
i’ll beg and beg and break this all off

i don’t know what’s left to believe (i can’t believe, believe)
i don’t know what’s left to believe in (i can’t believe, believe)
i don’t know what’s left to believe (i can’t believe, believe)
i don’t know what’s left to believe in (i can’t believe, believe)

you’re doing everything that you can
to keep your hands off of your head
and your whole body’s flying
you think that you might have gone limp
i don’t know what i did
my legs give out and drag you right into my life
but i don’t want you to die
my arms fly out and i feel like you just might
wanna give this a try
so your lungs fill with lead
so consumed by this feeling of dread
and your skin can’t fill out
it folds and sinks into the ground
and the sky turns red
you’re bleeding now from the bottom of your feet and hands
and they put you up on a pole
now you’re crying cause you can’t let go
as your body sinks into the ground
and your hands are getting tied and bound
you’re giving up i’m giving out

it’s haunting
pale skin
solid ground
slow it down
slow it down…

- francis of delirium

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