Brutal Romantic

I appear in the wild Hologram in the distance I'm lighting up the bayou We speak in storms We're all electric, We're all electric You're a fiend for a fight You tend to misfire Scorched earth, burnt skin We speak storms We're all electric, We're all

I looked away while the water was receding I looked away for a second, for a second And it's gone, everyone was caught sleeping I am awake and the air is pulsating I am awake, as it gathers, see it growing I'm in doubt, here it comes, am I ready? Am

I love your projection but I don't love you Your perceived perfection though it's just not true I want an escape and tonight that's you You are my victim, you are my muse Just one specimen of a multitude I want a cliché I can click on cue Psychosocia

Bloodrush-Brooke Fraser Something inside you Breaks a little bit when you turn away and in Down beneath the pieces You say you don't feel a thing It's atrophy in motion The slowing down of necessary moving parts It wouldn't be so tragic If it weren't

We've got a long way to go, but we've got the energy Took a little while to find reality We've come a long way you know Living inside a dream Waking to find that we are Kings and queens Lights on Sometimes this feels like sleeping with the lights on