Emma Trapped in a matchstick man текст песни, слова песни Trapped in a matchstick man Emma
Emma - Trapped in a matchstick man
Through the rearview
They leak it from your throat
Bright red!
Goes the stoplight
They're coming from behind
And who you gonna call?
Who you gonna call!?
Guard yourself...
Around here we play for souls
Let it leak out slow!
We won't let go!
Let it leak out slow
We're all...trapped inside!
Trapped inside!
These matchstick men!
The fire!
Is colors we cant see
The smoke!
Makes designs
That don't come out so clearly
Guard yourself...
Around here we play for souls
Let it leak out slow!
We won't let go!
Let it leak out slow
Your empty bodies past
Has left me scraping imperfections with my teeth
Scraping imperfections on your grave
And the smell of sweet enamel
Is sure to remind you
That ill be here
And my jaw won't forget
I'll be here
My jaw won't forget!
I wont forget!
I wont forget!
I won't, no!
Guard yourself...
Around here we play for souls
Let it leak out slow
We wont let go!
Let it leak out slow
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