Take my hand, I won’t be lying
What’s the profit from denying
I have a crumbling throne to sit on
I had a crown when I was little
Hide in grass, our life’s not easy
Please hold back, and please don’t eat me
I have a crumbling throne to sit on
I can wait, just for a little.
Long ago, far away, there were houses mounting
Over me, so to say, every second’s counting
I’m obsessed, every breath has me feeling dizzy
you have the remote, so go on.
Turn the TV on, there’s something waiting,
There’s someone waiting, hating
Precious little nightmares follow slowly
They follow calmly and so unholy
Taste the flesh of fear of this obsession,
Of this creation, imagination
All that matters now is this transmission
My ever so sweet addiction
Eyes on me, I run, so helpless
Void devours me, I’m selfless,
Faces, shadows, they surround me,
I’m so lucky you have found me
Music has filled my head, lullaby for monster
Gentle bells, mixed with noice, tv void to wander
Stair to climb, glass to break, all to find your hand but
You have the remote. So turn me off.
Turn the TV on, there’s something waiting,
There’s someone waiting, hating
Precious little nightmares follow slowly
They follow calmly and so unholy
Taste the flesh of fear of this obsession,
Of this creation, imagination
All that matters now is this transmission
My ever so sweet addiction
Turn the TV on, I’m always waiting,
i’m almost fading, hating,
Static on my body glitches slowly
I follow calmly and so unholy
Hunger overcoming my emotions,
I’m feeling motion, ocean
Common sense erased in this transmission
My ever so sweet addiction.
