tymon the transistors - sunday كلمات الأغنية

childhood boredom coming back
tv on and spewing cr-p
smell of cabbage in the air
no escape from average care

i slowly start to realize
it’s like i’m trapped inside a game
fun’s transparent, somewhat tearful
tears transparent, somewhat funny

this home is not my real home
these ch-r-s won’t give me what i own
thinking of you brings some relief
music saves me from getting numb

sitting, sifting thru‘ my guts
watch the telly start to melt
first i laugh like i’ve gone nuts
then i cry and yell for help

i slowly start to realize
there’s no trap and there’s no game
joy’s transparent, somewhat poignant
pain‘s transparent, kind of blissful

sidetracked and abandoned
squatting h-ll and sick a dog
thinking of you keeps me from abuse
let the music kick when i shout it out

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