Jason Horodyski - Paper Doll and the Hungry Tooth lyrics

(Time) I don't what's worse hearing the lies or discovering them first I guess I need to get a life, but I've already had a birth He said he needed to find himself, but he didn't know where to search He said he needed more space, she gave him the whole universe No one talks anymore, we send texts like androids Our mothers are computers, next to a confused Freud Same city, different mind states Divorce numbers higher than the drug and crime rates Digging a tunnel of carpal in the veins of my wrist I take a gigabyte of my sandwich every day is the same as this Work, work, eat, sometimes sleep I need to reboot my hard drive cause every morning repeats (Jason Horodyski) We walk the spiral straight And paint another face As Drella lies in wait For the bullet in the brain... (Time) These summer nights are the same, the crickets sound the same The alarm clocks a banshee but I only got my job to blame I'm scuba diving through coffee trying to drown the sandman My life used to be a jalopy now it's a broken down Trans-Am I packed the bags under my retinas and started walking east Hitchhiking and hopping trains, but I was filled with peace There's microchips in the deer, these buildings are epitaphs My money's a broken boomerang, I can't find where I left it at I'm finally free, ground is my carpet, stars are my roof My jobs a drowned paper doll, I'm living off the trees and the fruit The sun loses the battle and collapses in the west I wake up from my sleep and I'm chained to my desk (Jason Horodyski) We walk the spiral straight And paint another face As Drella lies in wait For the bullet in the brain... (Jason Horodyski) The fermata soaked pavement hums in the dusk Piercing the white noise and the radio dust Her fists scrape the sidewalk She's tearing through duck cloth Conducting the street light Now dancing with gray moths Under moonlight she signs prose He's sleeping in his work clothes As the office computer dreams... Of birds perched on street poles Like notes drenched in Morse code A second life sheltered from sunlight... In moments of time like tears in rain Where replicants tweet and tumblr's exchange... A culture in pixel's, dead on arrival Animate corpses, bedlam, survival.... (Jason Horodyski) We walk the spiral straight And paint another face As Drella lies in wait For the bullet in the brain...