"TROUPE DE POISSON" lyrics
DUSTY Lyrics
Splittin' in two equal halves of a heart
My body is here, but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart
Now this is where the st—
One house, one home, one man, one soul
No, peace, no calm, no— no mom
No sound, no noise, no grief, no joy
Hellbound, hellbound, hellbound, kill, fuck, destroy
Nothing really matters in the end and there's nothing else
There's nothing you can do to take the rue up off the shelf
So keep it all to yourself, think about it by yourself
You are now the god of your own personal hell
Splittin' in two equal halves of a heart
My body is here, but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart
Now this is where the st—
They want me dead, I know they want me dead
I know all of this can't just be inside my head
I'm not tripping, don't tell me I'm slipping again
If you're not with me, then you must be with them
Introducing tonight's amusement
Jumping through hoops and caving the roof in
Here's the performer, here to perform his last trick
Center stage hear the sound of a gun click
Huh?
Yeah
Six strings pickin' in-between two chords
In sync, ringing in a million hoards
My instinct's kicking in, somebody's at the door (Who's that?)
In an instant, standing in my shadow on the floor
"A musician" he says with his hands out for my guitar
I blink quick and handed it to him while still in awe, he said
"You're the man I'm looking for"
Let me show you something sweet to make the whole crowd roar
Splittin' in two equal halves of a heart
My body is here, but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart (Huh?)
Now this is where the story ends
Fucked up
My body is here, but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart
Now this is where the st—
One house, one home, one man, one soul
No, peace, no calm, no— no mom
No sound, no noise, no grief, no joy
Hellbound, hellbound, hellbound, kill, fuck, destroy
Nothing really matters in the end and there's nothing else
There's nothing you can do to take the rue up off the shelf
So keep it all to yourself, think about it by yourself
You are now the god of your own personal hell
Splittin' in two equal halves of a heart
My body is here, but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart
Now this is where the st—
They want me dead, I know they want me dead
I know all of this can't just be inside my head
I'm not tripping, don't tell me I'm slipping again
If you're not with me, then you must be with them
Introducing tonight's amusement
Jumping through hoops and caving the roof in
Here's the performer, here to perform his last trick
Center stage hear the sound of a gun click
Huh?
Yeah
Six strings pickin' in-between two chords
In sync, ringing in a million hoards
My instinct's kicking in, somebody's at the door (Who's that?)
In an instant, standing in my shadow on the floor
"A musician" he says with his hands out for my guitar
I blink quick and handed it to him while still in awe, he said
"You're the man I'm looking for"
Let me show you something sweet to make the whole crowd roar
Splittin' in two equal halves of a heart
My body is here, but my mind is not
One laughs at the other as they fall apart (Huh?)
Now this is where the story ends
Fucked up
