Hear footsteps creak the floor
The shadows give away
Someone outside the door
Won't let 'em inLife damaged, gears to grind
A run down broke machine
That steals your peace of mind
Before you know it's gone
Lay, down, laySilence burning, hold your tongue
Keep us separate, sullen, dumb
Hiding in a darkness under
Boiling to the surface, stumble, fallA looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense in a low life
A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense in a low lifeThese things I hate in you
Also reflect it seems
Distortion laced with spite
Takes you out of me
Lay, down, layHiding in a darkness under
Boiling to the surface something
Crawling on your skin, discomfort
Makes you break and run, stumble, fallA looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense in a low life
A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense in a low lifeIt's why you never tell me whatever's on your mind
It's why you never tell me whatever's on your mind
It's why you never tell me whatever's on your mind
It's why you never tell me whatever's on yourA looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense in a low life
A looking in view too long on the outside
Desperate plans make sense in a low lifeIt's why you never tell me whatever's on your mind
Songwriters
Jerry Cantrell;Michael Inez;William Duvall;Sean KinneyPublished by
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