Synesthesia Lyrics

Nothing felt is true…

It still jolts

The soft heart that decays under leaves

On the ground

That Telegram tick

Seven years of Pavlovian sounds

And it leaps at the sound

A cage of bones in the woods

A masked smile on the street

They're both me

I hear what I see

I feel green as seven

Melody is blue

My hell is your heaven

Nothing felt is true

The numbers are cold

The colors are warm

I see what I feel

I hear what I see

It keeps us from harm

Raise the alarm, raise the alarm