The Robot With Human Hair Pt. 4 (Tree City Sessions) - Dance Gavin Dance

Back to sloth and sleeping binges

Self-defeating outburst cringes

Thoughts get rusty, creaky hinges

Lost that box of clean syringes

Stuck to the ceiling, I’m in view

Can’t shake the notion I’m becoming you

The look from above, same as below

Sign up for high, free dose of low

The Jig is up, I’m the one, manipulate the ones I love

Light my path, reveal the beacon, where’s my balance?

Can’t stop thinking, can’t stop thinking, can’t stop thinking

Stop

I wear my soul on my sleeve at night

(Searching for substance)

I lose control of my autonomic mind

(Waiting for the impulse)

And I saw the rage burning in your eyes

(Your thoughts intangible)

Follow me down, we’ll get paralyzed

(Around the winding road)

Hang on, hang on

Don’t lose composure now

Hang on, hang on

Feed into the miracle

Don’t be fucking cynical

Hang on, hang on

Don’t lose composure now

Hang on, hang on

Girl, don’t be so difficult

Come here, let’s get physical

Sinus pressure, getting older

I like weight upon my shoulders

Here I live, inside this CD

Tell your friends he’s super creepy

Weirded out a simple human

Confused by words, arrange and move them

Into spaces, apparent meaning

Eat this song, your ears are greedy

Cut out this conversation, desperation

Now, losing admiration, holding onto accidents

(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim)

What have I done, what have I done?

(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm)

That calls for your attention?

(I can turn it off again, I can smile on a whim)

What have I done, what have I done?

(I can make believe in him, the function in the algorithm)

That keeps you hanging on?

I wear my soul on my sleeve at night

(Searching for substance)

I lose control of my autonomic mind

(Waiting for the impulse)

And I saw the rage burning in your eyes

(Your thoughts intangible)

Follow me down, we’ll get paralyzed

(Around the winding road)

Hang on, hang on

Don’t lose composure now

Hang on, hang on

Feed into the miracle

Don’t be fucking cynical

Hang on, hang on

Don’t lose composure now

Hang on, hang on

Girl, don’t be so difficult

Come here, let’s get physical