Feeling My Heart Run Slow - Paul Draper

You fucked my head up and it turned to dust

Can’t even reason right or think straight

I just see black when life should be so grey

For my sins I’ve paid but in a cruel way

For my sins I’ve paid but in a cruel way

This Spooky Action goes a long long way

Can you feel me hurting from a distance

You kicked me violently when I was down

You put the boot in in a hard way

You put the boot in in a hard way

Filling the holes in the cracks in my ceiling

Papering cracks so the pain doesn’t leak in

Feeling My Heart Run Slow, I’m feeling like…

Letting my blood run cold, feeling like…

You told me I’ve got no soul

So I’m feeling like letting my heart run slow

You suspend reality like it’s ok

Say it over and over until it beds in

You could call it blackmail in your own sweet way

But I call it sadism and big fun

But I call it sadism and big fun

A lack of truth becomes a dead dead weight

Say it over and over til it’s convincing

When that truth is known then it will all shake out

Now your skin must crawl with all the big doubt

Now your skin must crawl with all the big doubt

Filling the holes in the cracks in my ceiling

Papering cracks so the pain doesn’t leak in

Feeling My Heart Run Slow, I’m feeling like…

Letting my blood run cold, feeling like…

You told me I’ve got no soul

So I’m feeling like letting my heart run slow