August Underground

Cut me open spit me out I'll let you down

I give up being around your phantom doubts

Feed me through the powerline without a sound

Always you I think about I'm tired now

Cut me open spit me out I'll let you down

I give up being around your phantom doubts

Feed me through the powerline without a sound

Always you I think about I'm tired now

In my heartsick house of garbage

1,000 corpses cry, they're too afraid to die

Pictures harken when things started

I failed to read the signs, a veil to hide your eyes

In this dark lit basement apartment

The sun will never shine, Where love has come to die