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letra de memory banks - lazy habits

penny for your thoughts
pound for your flesh
either a penny for your thoughts or a pound for your flesh

it’s that precise point of impact deep within the think tank
syntax error in my memory banks
so sincerely thanked but my once oiled machinery
like british weather drearily seems to keep deceiving me
bleeding me of reason and ability to hold feeling
emotion on the run commiting treason, like it’s k!lling season
out patrolling these cold streets for no reason d-mn it’s so freezing
but still i’ll keep reaching
in the hope that one day i’ll eradicate these character flaws, pause
thinking that life needs to bring a little more before it stops cools and falls
like niagara, in need of v–gr- to jumpstart this celibaate soul
well i tried to see the future but tomorrow’d been sold
i might be digging tunnels but i’m never the mole
perhaps i see but some of these people they refuse to lift their blindfolds
this plunge pool is just too cold, too strong and i’m just too old
for some of these excuses that i’ve been sold or since spent
venting my frustrations on my own sentiment relentless rent
books of blank cheques my mind can’t cash
catch a thought well i thought that i caught at least something
then i wake up in a bed of nothing, endless er sets nothing but the star

penny for your thoughts
pound for your flesh
do you really have enought time to invest
first words the hardest
my minds like a tardis with banks for the memories thanks for the memories
penny for your thoughts
pound for your flesh
do you really have enought time to invest
first words the hardest
my minds like a tardis with banks for the memories thanks for the memories

see my head is so f-cked up i need to get counselling
my house is so f-cked up i need to get the council in
bricks in all the walls but none in the gaps
i’ve got water in my lungs but none in the taps
i’ve got a seven pound walkman with ipod headphones
walking by the dead sea in the dead zone
thoughts let roam as i’m led home along a lonely shore
by the clone of my long dead dog hopping on his only paws
guy looks like a soda scream, listen to this machine tryna decode a scream
tell me are androids really supposed to dream of electric sheep in electric fields
i dream of an ocean green teeming with a commotion of electric eels, moving in concentric wheels
this is emergent behaviour, forming complex shapes in the tetris maze but [?]
had a stepford wife and the s-x was great
we cried real tears they dried up like texas lakes
is this the end, let’s just wait and see
or wait for the next bus – there’s three!

it’s the crowd that moves that puts the groove in us
as long as we keep on moving they keep on forming a queue for us
i spit enough clues the truth won’t be eluding us
people see my pupils marvel at the dr doom in us
i know that human’s l-st, undo my trust
raise this tomb to the ground, break the room with us
my father’s in the room with us, hearing the tune with us
feeling the groove with us i can’t see him now but i will soon enough

these retorts form the store bought the angles of this legacy
the more i learn the less i wanna earn for the theiving heresy
at least to the ears and eyes has got me wishing i was deaf blind
declined so many times i almost died in a d-mn dining chair
we’re in a house of disrepair, fractions of these nightmares
led through cracks and crevices and boarded doors through weakened walls
running from room to room to keep evading
corridors are narrow where my mind’s close to a cave-in

{chanted}
penny for your thoughts
pound for your flesh
do you really have enought time to invest
first words the hardest
my minds like a tardis with banks for the memories thanks for the memories

{sung}
penny for your thoughts
pound for your flesh
do you really have enought time to invest
first words the hardest
my minds like a tardis with banks for the memories thanks for the memories
penny for your thoughts
pound for your flesh
do you really have enought time to invest
first words the hardest
my minds like a tardis with banks for the memories thanks for the memories
penny for your thoughts
pound for your flesh
do you really have enought time to invest
first words the hardest
my minds like a tardis with

{spoken}
banks for the memories thanks for the memories

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