Thoughts Lyrics & Chords By Walkways

Peek-a-boo
Come pick my brain
You're a default fuck
We're both raising Cain
Peek-a-boo
Come pick my brain
I'll be biting my lip
Oh I'll be bleeding insane
Peek-a-boo
Come pick my brain
You're a default fuck
We're both raising Cain
Peek-a-boo
Come pick my brain
I'll be biting my lip
Oh I'll be bleeding insane
PEEK-A-BOO!
Skulls on a stick
There's nothing to think about
I lose doubt a little more everyday
It's not the right way,
But the shallow, obvious say that if you mean well, than it's all ok
I close my eyes and inside out I go falling smiling doubtless senseless
Fuck your answers
Here am I
Here am I
My skin is growing thicker, molding, unfolding a monster.
Grinding thoughts of a blood mouth, so look out.
It's an empty page at an empty time
Too fucking easy to be carried away with our eyes
Blindfolded blind fools -- dead inside,
I'm faking my days, it's too easy to hate so I'm -
Chewing my mouth as I begin to blame others around me
I hate to feel the same, it's the shame that rips the light apart
It's not out, it's in --
I'm a fucking human being
Human being
My skin is growing thicker, molding, unfolding a monster.
Grinding thoughts of a blood mouth, so look out.
Growing thicker
molding, unfolding a monster.
Grinding thoughts of a blood mouth
so look out.
BLOODMOUTH
BLOODMOUTH