hallucinogens Lyrics

When the phosphenes are brighter than they should be

And the wood feels hard but I know it's cracked

When the door stops creaking, cause it ain't being used

When things that're broken feel intact

We were laying down laughing under the stars

Counting satellites they're some ones zip codes

I threw a bottle of vodka into the fire

And said darlin we're lyin' on a road

To feel the generations footsteps be part of their sound

They knocked down your house and built a burial ground

A revolutions cry a fathers harsh gaze

Your eyes no longer fit on your face

So is this house burning or have you just come back

Sinking in quicksand an escaped mental bat

You hit out the headlights that lit the road home

Good luck returning to a place you don't know

I'm addicted to attention, but the spotlight is blinding

I had to lose God just to know that I'd find him

On that dirt ground I know they'll lay me down

Decked out in white a real straight jacket gown

The firehouse has always been two blocks away

Salute their station when we drive

But some people just want to burn

Don't bury him with the knives

100 miles South and the roads just get meaner

But you bring the sunshine to the bar

5 shots in and the voices start whispering

They say, this doesn't have to be who we are

So is this house burning or have you just come back

Sinking in quicksand an escaped mental bat

You hit out the headlights that lit the road home

Good luck returning to a place you don't know

I'm addicted to attention, but the spotlight is blinding

I had to lose God just to know that I'd find him

On that dirt ground I know they'll lay me down

Decked out in white a real straight jacket gown

Leave me outta this

Leave me outta this

Five years old and I memorized your footsteps

Leave me out of this

Leave us out of this

I tried so hard to be what you wanted

I learn I grieve

I built this

I built this

You watched me leave

You killed this

You killed this

So is this house burning or have you just come back

Sinking in quicksand an escaped mental bat

You hit out the headlights that lit the road home

Good luck returning to a place you don't know

I'm addicted to attention, but the spotlight is blinding

I had to lose God just to know that I'd find him

On that dirt ground I know they'll lay me down

Decked out in white a real straight jacket gown