Flatliners, The - Picking At My Brain Lyrics






Picking at my brain, need a place to stay
Open your door and let me in
Don't wanna stand outside no more
Will you lose? Will you win?
Think of the things that could happen
Where you stand, another useless fashion
Stupid actions on your behalf
Second guess yourself, get yourself arrested
Drunken nights and spinning lights
Get in a fight despite your rights
HA! HA! HA!
Genocide's not justified, but everything's alright

Picking at my brain
Got to find a place to run to
Picking at my brain
Got to find a place to run and hide
Picking at my brain
Picking at my brain
Picking at my brain
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Ticking clock of fame, not in the spotlight
Picking at my brain, gonna go insane
Close your eyes again, again
You hate the places that you've been
Thought of all the things you've said
Marching ahead, not looking back
Oh not again, not again
Rip up the paper holding notes that you hold
You call your own
And overthrow authority to make it something never known
And you're spitting in the rain
Something I can not explain
Need to find someone who feels the same way





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  1. x.... H....

    Picking at my brain, need a place to stay
    Open your door and let me in
    Don't wanna stand outside no more
    Will you lose? Will you win?
    Think of the things that could happen
    Where you stand, another useless fashion
    Stupid actions on your behalf
    Second guess yourself, get yourself arrested
    Drunken nights and spinning lights
    Get in a fight despite your rights
    HA! HA! HA!
    Genocide's not justified, but everything's alright

    Picking at my brain
    Got to find a place to run to
    Picking at my brain
    Got to find a place to run and hide
    Picking at my brain
    Picking at my brain
    Picking at my brain
    Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

    Ticking clock of fame, not in the spotlight
    Picking at my brain, gonna go insane
    Close your eyes again, again
    You hate the places that you've been
    Thought of all the things you've said
    Marching ahead, not looking back
    Oh not again, not again
    Rip up the paper holding notes that you hold
    You call your own
    And overthrow authority to make it something never known
    And you're spitting in the rain
    Something I can not explain
    Need to find someone who feels the same way

  2. S.... ....

    Dope as fuck.

  3. P.... e....

    @Nic Sheds What do you mean, they are very exposed, with fans all over the world.. 

  4. D.... L....

    Thanks!!!

  5. N.... S....

    Such an underexposed band... WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY??!?!?!?

  6. T.... S....

    skaaaaaaa!!!!!!

  7. J.... W....

    how can i find this album?