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Room
02:41
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I know I never leave this room
I know I’ve got to do it soon
I know I’ve got to go do something
World it doesn’t feel alright
I sleep all day I’m up all night
I know I’ve got to go do something
Room, I never leave my room
I’ve got to do it soon
I’ve got to go do something
Tomb, I never leave my room
I’ve got to do it soon
I’ve got to go do something
I don’t feel shame
I don’t feel pain
And I can’t really count the days
I know I’ve got to go do something
Don’t feel here
I don’t feel real
It’s strange this bleakness that I feel
I know I’ve got to go do something
Room, I never leave my room
I’ve got to do it soon
I’ve got to go do something
Tomb, I never leave my room
I’ve got to do it soon
I’ve got to go do something
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Numb
04:39
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Day in day out
Go on without a way to feel
Nothing seems real
I doubt myself don’t ask for help, float on and still
Nothing seems real
Day in day out
Breathe in breathe out
You’re still gone
It’s weird it’s wrong
It took too long
I hate this song
It’s been a year and forty days
It never leaves
It never fades
I can’t see you
I still need you
I still feel you
I still have your voicemail call you
I can’t see it
I can’t feel it
I still need it
I still have your voicemail call you
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Clean
03:17
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I don’t want to sleep
I don’t want to eat
I just want to leave
Burn my body clean
Take me
Waste me
Take me
Waste me
Take me out (2X)
I don’t want to see
Take this weight from me
I just want to leave
Burn my body clean
Take me
Waste me
Take me
Waste me
Take me out (2X)
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Silence
03:58
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I hate silence cause I don’t know what it leads to
I hate silence cause I don’t know what to do
Feeling manic and I don’t know what it leads to
Feeling static and I don’t know what to do
I’m reverting to the feeling of the green room
Close to panic and I don’t know what to do
I hate silence cause I don’t know what it leads to
I hate silence cause I don’t know what to do
I am useless without some to perform to
I am trapped and there is nothing I can do
I am nothing but a vessel to project through
Body’s nothing but a tool to feedback through
Nothing matters to me, nothing but the next move
Nothing matters there is nothing I can do
I hate silence cause I don’t know what it leads to
I hate silence cause I don’t know what to do
I can’t break through
I have no clue
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5. |
Inst
03:02
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