"Tongues" lyrics
Hideaway
They see you
Feed you what you wanna hear
A spider web
To catch you
And let your world just disappear
Halfway between heaven and hell I been
We don't care about your money we won't judge you for your sins
It's a bad day to be hiding under ya bed
There's no rest for the wicked
You can sleep whenever you're dead
(It's alive)
Keep the doors locked
I just got a zip in my PO box
And I'm running laps around the roadblocks
She like what I'm cooking then it's stovetop
Fangs when she bites down, believe the hype now
Told me where to dive in, I'd rather slide out
Hate how undecisive, they pick a side now
Holding their tongues, holding their tongues
Cut 'em loose
Let 'em dig their graves through the roots
I been spinning so long in a loop
For a while now we been running wild now, running from our doom
Half way between heaven and hell I been
We don't care about your money we won't judge you for your sins
It's a bad day to be hiding under ya bed
There's no rest for the wicked
You can sleep whenever you're dead
(It's alive)
Keep the doors locked
I just got a zip in my PO box
And I'm running laps around the roadblocks
She like what I'm cooking then it's stovetop
They see you
Feed you what you wanna hear
A spider web
To catch you
And let your world just disappear
Halfway between heaven and hell I been
We don't care about your money we won't judge you for your sins
It's a bad day to be hiding under ya bed
There's no rest for the wicked
You can sleep whenever you're dead
(It's alive)
Keep the doors locked
I just got a zip in my PO box
And I'm running laps around the roadblocks
She like what I'm cooking then it's stovetop
Fangs when she bites down, believe the hype now
Told me where to dive in, I'd rather slide out
Hate how undecisive, they pick a side now
Holding their tongues, holding their tongues
Cut 'em loose
Let 'em dig their graves through the roots
I been spinning so long in a loop
For a while now we been running wild now, running from our doom
Half way between heaven and hell I been
We don't care about your money we won't judge you for your sins
It's a bad day to be hiding under ya bed
There's no rest for the wicked
You can sleep whenever you're dead
(It's alive)
Keep the doors locked
I just got a zip in my PO box
And I'm running laps around the roadblocks
She like what I'm cooking then it's stovetop
Writer(s): Derek Hurd
