Phillips Sam
Cruel Inventions
Standing Still
in the middle of the night i'm growing secrets
holding the choice in my hand
my beating heart
some see an end i see a way out
starting with ashes i'm building fire
we're danced a long time
we've danced too long
out on the floor i'm thinking
i'm standing still
i want them to think i'm dead
turn off the noises that drug my brain
and make me buy
fashion is out of fashion
broken t.v. listens to the wind
we're danced a long time
we've danced too long
out on the floor i'm thinking
i'm standing still
when i turn to look they're making sex
carry obsession to market
i'm so confused
i'm burning in the shadows
you're the only fire made to match
we're danced a long time
we've danced too long
out on the floor i'm thinking
i'm standing still

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