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Anaesthetic

 

Anaesthetic

(الألبوم: Argonaut - 2014)


Living on anaesthetic
No one seems to get it
Numb to the sensation
Living on anaesthetic
Not the way you chose to have it
It's too cold to care
It's only fair

Waiting for a rendez-vous
It's getting heavier the longer you are waiting for her
Pulling through
There's a smell, like it died in the gutter
And it's getting you
You're tied to your stay away mother coz there's no one else
You're at your wits' end

Losing feeling in your finger-tips
And now you're wondering if anyone is showing
And you're losing it
All you ask is for anyone to care
The sun it sets
And now you're walking and the cars flirt with you
Direct your stare
You're at your wits' end

Living on anaesthetic
No one seems to get it
It's too much to take and now
You're numb to the sensation
Living on anaesthetic
Not the way you chose to have it
It's too cold to care
It's only fair

Swum right out your depths
Now you drown and you go down feeling
Second hand regret
Consequence and self defence
Retrace your steps
You'll find where it all went wrong
Have someone to blame
You hope it's a name
You already know
You're at your wits' end

Living on anaesthetic
No one seems to get it
It's too much to take and now
You're numb to the sensation
Living on anaesthetic
Not the way you chose to have it
It's too cold to care
It's only fair

It's only fair
Sick of all the stares
Wait until you're dead
'Till they pretend to care
It's only fair
Wait until you own the air

When you're alone
The ceiling is gone
Chilled right to the bone
Lost without a home
When you're alone
You feel you are known
Maybe you will mend
You're at your wits end

Living on anaesthetic
No one seems to get it
It's too much to take and now
You're numb to the sensation
Living on anaesthetic
Not the way you chose to have it
It's too cold to care
It's only fair
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