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The Air-Conditioned Nightmare Lyrics - Artist : Mr. Bungle
Inside of me today there is no one
Only asteroids and empty space, a waste They're all looking through the windows at me Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare Rots your brain just like a catchy tune can You will hate life more than life hates you Happiness is having nothing and everything's connected They're all looking through the windows at me Get me out of this air-conditioned nightmare Rots your brain just like a catchy tune can You will hate life more than life hates you Happiness is having nothing and everything's connected Walkin' on air up from the wheelchair I'll find the suicide that I deserve Walkin' on sand, forgotten where I am But it's so comfortable here in the sun I only see rainbows now that the bandages are gone Through my window, then... From the skyscrapers down to the submarines Birds and fairies, sanctuaries atop the rolling hills of Hell These words are sledgehammers of truth that pound the iron heart of sin Bloody smiling, vandalizing, my wet dream is drying up Walkin' on air up from the wheelchair I'll find the suicide that I deserve Walkin' on sand, forgotten where I am But it's so comfortable here in the sun Where's my rainbow? Where's my halo? There's my halo! |
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