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Junkie Shuffle Lyrics - Singles - Cripper

Flashback! 

Divided into episodes 

Relive 

The tortures on a higher dose 

Fucked up 

A nightmare wrapped in fairytales 

A youth went forth to learn what fear was 

 

Headfirst 

Ghost-driven collision course 

Cheap trick 

Hands in holy dialogue 

High five 

Rate and share the alibis 

I can't see you so you can't see me 

 

Shock-waved 

High up on the amplitude 

Full speed 

Overdosed and paranoid 

Breast-fed 

From venom-rooted family tree 

I can't say why but I don't like it 

 

Impact 

Mirror made of broken glass 

Make up 

To look familiar more or less 

Full stop 

Mimic frozen in the move 

I hide behind my alter ego 

 

[Bridge:] 

These thoughts to be told 

These words to be heard 

This fear to be felt 

The silence to break 

 

I got a mop and a bucket 

And a temple of dirt 

Can't read the "What's left" slogan 

On the back of my shirt 

 

(Who cares anyhow?) 

 

I'm with a fist-fucked-fairy 

And a son of a bitch 

I brought a fork and a grinder 

To get rid of the itch 

 

Caress 

And dance with the unsuitable 

Reset 

The memories unspeakable 

Whiplash 

Neck and crop racked by remorse 

I hope I won't have to remember 

 

Another day to kill the pain 

Repeat 

The lesson as if to explain 

Once more 

Panic at the roundabout 

What goes up, must come down 

 

Forgot the keys to the locker 

Where I coffered my head 

And so I tend to a landmine 

To put on instead 

 

(Who cares anyhow?) 

 

There is this ten-ton-trigger 

At the panic-release 

How the hell did I get here, 

and how can I leave? 

 

I have a broken compass 

And self-painted map 

I am about to nothing 

So I stay where I'm at 

 

In the bed in the chamber 

In the house of this town 

Like in a foreign culture 

I live here on my own 

 

Did you come for the money? 

Did you come for the show? 

I am a puppet of action 

...who cares anyhow?