Hands

Grayscale Season

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Detached
In my head it's whispering
Night lights overhead is flickering
Fading memories of purpose
I want to feel them usurp us
Evil rules my day
All the way
I just wanna be loved all kinds of ways
I just wanna be loved all kinds of ways

Portray me
In gray
The imposter
Charlatan
Impersonator

I'm a slave for the game (for the game)
Looking at life frame by frame

Lie to me
It's all I see
And what I feel
When your hands move seamlessly

Those fingertips, they stitch and rip
Your hands move seamlessly through it

This thing in my head
Whispering
Lingering
All the things they said

Evil rules my day
(Those fingertips, they stitch and rip)
All the way
I just wanna be loved all kinds of ways
(Your hands move seamlessly through it)
Evil rules my day
All the way
I just wanna be loved all kinds of ways

Evil rules my day
All the way
I just wanna be loved all kinds of ways
I just wanna be loved all kinds of ways

I try to resist (you cannot resist)
All the things you said (you don't have the discipline)
I don't have it
I don't have it (fuck it)
I don't have it
I don't have it