Lyric Context Universe
i know all of your tricks
there's a smokescreen baby all around you
got some of my own
i know all of your tricks
there's a smokescreen baby all around you
got some of my own
don't remind me of the feelings that i caught
everyday i see you clearly through a smokescreen
everyday i see you but i'd rather not
don't remind me of the feelings that i caught
everyday i see you clearly through a smokescreen
everyday i see you but i'd rather not
running my way towards oblivion
inside my head smokescreen's gone
leaving all this to be undone
running my way towards oblivion
inside my head smokescreen's gone
leaving all this to be undone
to be fooled by these
smokescreens
confess to the priest
to be fooled by these
smokescreens
confess to the priest
sold
bought all your smokescreen
fold
sold
bought all your smokescreen
fold
i'm blinded by the crossroads
smokescreen covering my high beam
can't breathe 'til i find a better way
i'm blinded by the crossroads
smokescreen covering my high beam
can't breathe 'til i find a better way
there's a meeting across the river
just past the smokescreen in your eyes
everybody's waitin' to see you deliver
there's a meeting across the river
just past the smokescreen in your eyes
everybody's waitin' to see you deliver
write your name with a stick in the dirt
let the smokescreen come and cover the words up
you! cease fire
write your name with a stick in the dirt
let the smokescreen come and cover the words up
you! cease fire
in your sexy
neon smokescreen
lie the supersalesmen of vanity
in your sexy
neon smokescreen
lie the supersalesmen of vanity
now does it? in fact i'ma have to say i'm more keen to feel such things
hopeless things i'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fucking
touching without touching
now does it? in fact i'ma have to say i'm more keen to feel such things
hopeless things i'd lost in a smokescreen of meaningless fucking
touching without touching
In your sexy
Neon smokescreen
Lie the supersalesmen of vanity
In your sexy
Neon smokescreen
Lie the supersalesmen of vanity
telling ourselves this feels fine
hide behind a smokescreen
only show our filtered lives
telling ourselves this feels fine
hide behind a smokescreen
only show our filtered lives
if i am spoken and promises broken
a smokescreen so thick that you're standing there choking
grasp at the straws as you gasp for the air
if i am spoken and promises broken
a smokescreen so thick that you're standing there choking
grasp at the straws as you gasp for the air
regurgitating enemies
any remedy for your agenda or your smokescreen
you
regurgitating enemies
any remedy for your agenda or your smokescreen
you
music are chances of discovery
idiots for smokescreen choke on filters made of oxygen
watching masochism
music are chances of discovery
idiots for smokescreen choke on filters made of oxygen
watching masochism
run back to their arms
the smokescreens
the chokes and the screams
run back to their arms
the smokescreens
the chokes and the screams
coverin' their old heartbreaks with new tattoos
it's all about smokescreens and cigarettes
lookin' through low lights at silhouettes
coverin' their old heartbreaks with new tattoos
it's all about smokescreens and cigarettes
lookin' through low lights at silhouettes
a question i have for the ones around me that's turnin' toxic
my lungs been heavy from all the smokescreen boobytraps
reminiscin' on what it was
a question i have for the ones around me that's turnin' toxic
my lungs been heavy from all the smokescreen boobytraps
reminiscin' on what it was
think we play for the same team
smokescreen
make the president the black guy
think we play for the same team
smokescreen
make the president the black guy
go and blast me with your dyes
inkjet smokescreen me with mascara from your eyes
i was nothing like you; i was colorless
go and blast me with your dyes
inkjet smokescreen me with mascara from your eyes
i was nothing like you; i was colorless