Spoon Out My Eyeballs - Benjamin Booker

Down and listen to the radio if I our last song will disappear

I will hide these tears and Im ready, give me something hat I can doubt

Do you screaming?

Did it sound like I am spoken

From the day I will rise upon

And you know that I will hide my hands

Until the rain my body til the building

spill to my eyeballs and my feet will be good for your fall

My hand ball is

To a league some god damn thing

I close my eyes and I wait for

And I start to shine

Do you remember we was seventeen when we lost my shit a couple

Can move with my feet

It’s get harder, harder to be real, to be real, to be real

To be real, to be real darling g

To be real darling to be real, to be real