FLICK DOORS // BANISH DEMONS Lyrics

This is a story

That was born in my head

Play it to sleep

In the night, in your ears in bed

This is a story

That was born in my head

Play it to sleep

In the night, in your ears in bed

Push start, flicking doors

Cook art, hit record

Reproduction, cutting cord

Do production, no awards

Working hard for no reward

Till I feel like I'm in the morgue

I wanna sleep, I wanna snore

But that part of me wants it more

Push start, flicking doors

Cook art, hit record

Reproduction, cutting cord

Do production, no awards

Working hard for no reward

Till I feel like I'm in the morgue

I wanna sleep, I wanna snore

But that part of me wants it more

I wanna win hands down

End the race and grip my crown

Several times I tripped and"ow"-ed

And I still won't let me keep a frown

Make-shift studio in my house

Dad would yell at me"Don't shout!"

Working hard to find my sound; I bit their style, I wasn't proud

Making beats in large amounts

'Til I wanna gouge em out

Try out this and that for clout

It didn't work, I'm down and out

Mr. Cyclone, what's that about

To end this; I'm way too proud

Many predictions, several shouts

Now it's radio broadcasts, out and loud

Push start, flicking doors

Cook art, hit record

Reproduction, cutting cord

Do production, no awards

Working hard for no reward

Till I feel like I'm in the morgue

I wanna sleep, I wanna snore

But that part of me wants it more

Push start, flicking doors

Cook art, hit record

Reproduction, cutting cord

Do production, no awards

Working hard for no reward

Till I feel like I'm in the morgue

I wanna sleep, I wanna snore

But that part of me wants it more

But that part of me wants it more

I set my ship and bank on shores

Picture dreams

When I record I think of bands and grin at tours

In the six no longer poor

Banish demons, dismiss whores

Why'd they want to war me for

They couldn't handle me for more

Dish out pain already born

Heart is cold, I need it warmed

Glass was shattered when I formed

I tore out rival hearts with scorn

Why'd they want to war me for

They couldn't handle me for more

Dish out pain already born

I banish demons, dismiss whores

Push start, flicking doors

Cook art, hit record

Reproduction, cutting cord

Do production, no awards

Working hard for no reward

Till I feel like I'm in the morgue

I wanna sleep, I wanna snore

But that part of me wants it more