Lying on the Floor - Violent Soho

I don’t wanna be a photograph

They’re like handing out brochures, that a rapture is close

I don’t want your philosophy

Nothing changes inside, can I just run and hide

Like a cigarette holder getting older and older

I’m falling, lift me out of the ground

Like a cigarette break, I just need a complaint

Screaming hell, as I fall back and say

Lying on the floor is all I wanna do

Lying on the floor is all I wanna do

So thank you

I don’t wanna be a memory

Stare at the ceiling above, keeping snapshots of God

I don’t wanna be sold for free

All the states and their lies, can I just get by?

Like a cigarette holder getting older and older

I’m falling, lift me out of the ground

Like a cigarette break, I just need a complaint

Screaming hell, as I I fall back and say

Lying on the floor is all I wanna do

Lying on the floor is all I wanna do

So thank you

I don’t wanna be fake

All these things that I say

Keep pulling my skin

Just let me out

I don’t wanna be cold

Getting older and older

Keep twisting my thoughts

Just let me out

Like a cigarette break

I just need a complaint

Some trap you made

Just let me out, find my sin bin, just throw me in

Lying on the floor is all I wanna do

Lying on the floor is all I wanna do

Don’t let me hit the ground

I don’t wanna be your photograph

I don’t wanna be your memory man

Take it all, take it out of me, all my sin, every inch of skin yeah

I don’t wanna be your memory

I don’t wanna be, what you made me