Pyramid Scheme - Microphones lyrics

feat. Jesse Cochran Will you still come visit me in my dreams? Drape ??? with the silver screen We will make the MICROPHONES Kicking doors in, break what you entering Paper thin walls, echo as we've seen We will make the MICROPHONES Dark skies, white lights The image of the forest comes down Sickest than our sickest secrets Too deep, to sleep When all I wanted was a word I wanted and you helped me keep it In a cold world nobody ever wins Music is the heart who has no friends She was made for MICROPHONES You can buy love, borrowing from your soul When the bank breaks you are not your own Nowhere left to rest your bones White lights, stop right The image of the forest comes down Sickest than our sickest secrets Too deep, to sleep When all I wanted was a word I wanted and you helped me keep it