August Underground

Cut me open spit me out I'll let you down
I give up being around your phantom doubts
Feed me through the powerline without a sound
Always you I think about I'm tired now

Cut me open spit me out I'll let you down
I give up being around your phantom doubts
Feed me through the powerline without a sound
Always you I think about I'm tired now

In my heartsick house of garbage
1,000 corpses cry, they're too afraid to die
Pictures harken when things started
I failed to read the signs, a veil to hide your eyes
In this dark lit basement apartment
The sun will never shine, Where love has come to die