Chocolate For Hedgehogs by Hazelord Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Trivial snacks and sleepless nights
It's distress for such model minds
He's heading for the diving tower
Would crash on purpose for the hype, oh dear
[Chorus]
Can't see something alive
Can't be something alright
Won't miss anyone back
[Verse 2]
Kings of joy, it's 8-9 now
We got the slingshots for our rocks
All praise the art of falling down
From unsung wretches to the crowd
It's cozy in the downward spiral
I get in every once a while
Avoid all hands, all kinds of ads
They wanna help, it's propaganda
[Chorus]
Can't see something alive
Can't be something alright
Won't miss anyone back
Anyone back, anyone
Can't be something alright
Can't see something alive
Won't miss anyone back
But hasn't miss anyone so far
[Spoken]
There was a sound at the door, when dust was almost done replacing my flesh as I lay down, blankly staring at the ceiling
A sound of uneasiness, a sound of terror, that would bring down even the bravest of any creator in the whole universe
I heard the trumpets of Pandemonium under the bed I used to dream on, unconscious and absurdly unaware of the place beneath my feet
A place where it is no use to speak, no use to live
Are we there yet?
I think we are
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Outro]
Trivial lies for psychopaths
Imagine how insane is that
The next sunset won't be the last
It hurts to say, it hurts to watch
Don't be so dismal, oh so destroyed
Maybe it's the best you'll ever have
Trivial snacks and sleepless nights
It's distress for such model minds
He's heading for the diving tower
Would crash on purpose for the hype, oh dear
[Chorus]
Can't see something alive
Can't be something alright
Won't miss anyone back
[Verse 2]
Kings of joy, it's 8-9 now
We got the slingshots for our rocks
All praise the art of falling down
From unsung wretches to the crowd
It's cozy in the downward spiral
I get in every once a while
Avoid all hands, all kinds of ads
They wanna help, it's propaganda
[Chorus]
Can't see something alive
Can't be something alright
Won't miss anyone back
Anyone back, anyone
Can't be something alright
Can't see something alive
Won't miss anyone back
But hasn't miss anyone so far
[Spoken]
There was a sound at the door, when dust was almost done replacing my flesh as I lay down, blankly staring at the ceiling
A sound of uneasiness, a sound of terror, that would bring down even the bravest of any creator in the whole universe
I heard the trumpets of Pandemonium under the bed I used to dream on, unconscious and absurdly unaware of the place beneath my feet
A place where it is no use to speak, no use to live
Are we there yet?
I think we are
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Outro]
Trivial lies for psychopaths
Imagine how insane is that
The next sunset won't be the last
It hurts to say, it hurts to watch
Don't be so dismal, oh so destroyed
Maybe it's the best you'll ever have