....Verse 1..... === Music is a fickle, feline, friend - Set your mirrors on the latest thing

Skip on meals just to feed this job and camouflaged while on mission

But when I’m strapped down, adjust the feeling, put the mirror down
Visions of grandeur get swept aside, put under dirt in the ground

Bridge

1. Every breath in me holds a chance to see

What is on my mind, get it off my chest
Air escapes your mouth, curls around your teeth
Brushes past your lips, jumping off your tongue

1. Garbage chic is so appealing

Become the trash you feed on
Our scraps of perspiration
Processed while we are sleeping
And though we keep on scheming
Methods to feed this demon
If inspiration falters we just resort to stealing

Chorus 1

Now we feel it all over, built on what we’ve always known
We milk it dry and we gets older, feeding us until we’re drained

Solo
Verse 2   (as verse 1)

1. Bridge

Chorus 2

Now we feel it all over, built on what we’ve always known
We milk it dry and we gets older, feeding us until we’re drained
Filtered through all the things we’ve shouldered
Breeding ground for all you know

=========> Lyrics: Mike Marques © 2006

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