The lyric "so my head becomes my home. my head becomes my home. but this house doesn't feel like a home. it's made of rust and rotting bone. so i'm selling every thought inside. fuck it" is featured in 1 different songs in our database, showcasing its versatility in music.Explore how artists use this specific phrasing in their creative work.
so my head becomes my home. my head becomes my home. but this house doesn't feel like a home. it's made of rust and rotting bone. so i'm selling every thought inside. fuck it
Singer: vanna
echoing inside my hollow head. my brain is dead. living behind my eyes with no space to roam. locked in by lies
so my head becomes my home. my head becomes my home. but this house doesn't feel like a home. it's made of rust and rotting bone. so i'm selling every thought inside. fuck it
i'm gonna leave it behind. nothing adds up. it's never enough. so call it quits and stop giving a fuck. watch me as my walls cave in
echoing inside my hollow head. my brain is dead. living behind my eyes with no space to roam. locked in by lies
so my head becomes my home. my head becomes my home. but this house doesn't feel like a home. it's made of rust and rotting bone. so i'm selling every thought inside. fuck it
i'm gonna leave it behind. nothing adds up. it's never enough. so call it quits and stop giving a fuck. watch me as my walls cave in