Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Kitchen Sink, artist - B. Dolan. Album song Fallen House Sunken City, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.05.2013
Record label: Strange Famous
Song language: English
Kitchen Sink |
| Moving photos of ghosts |
| Projected against the chemical smoke |
| It closes all around me |
| A taste bitter as paint thinner |
| Switch the sound off, breathe heavily |
| They haven’t found me-- |
| Slouched over my desk |
| With my head pressing the keys or |
| Sitting up in bed, scene reflected by the screen |
| Blood pounding in my temple |
| Remote controlled by the feed |
| Fingers slip between the blinds |
| This is what I see outside: |
| Vampires. |
| pedophiles. |
| secret police |
| Threat levels elevated for weeks |
| Feel my blood pressure peak |
| Before I snap the blinds shut |
| Heart beating in the darkness |
| Eating from the box |
| Half-conscious, half-life |
| Full of sad nights spent |
| Re-running my favorite programs over again |
| Light glowing on my skin |
| My face shows no emotion |
| I sink into the sofa like a city sinking into the ocean |
| Is the kitchen in the house? |
| Is the closet in the house? |
| Is the bedroom in the house? |
| Is the living room in the house? |
| Alright then check me out: |
| Lead paint peeling spreading stains in the ceiling |
| Revealing rust, dust, roaches and rats |
| They make a killing. |
| The smell of death is filling |
| What remains of the building |
| 53 sq. feet makes my cypher |
| Complete |
| Whether drooling on my pillow |
| Or laid out on my sheets |
| I keep falling, the TV keeps me falling asleep |
| The world is mine in my dreams |
| I see myself selling myself to myself |
| I feel like hell and cry for help til I’m held |
| Until I’m safe in the arms of my home-body |
| Shut in. Nobody knocks on my door no more |
| Nobody comes in |
| Though I’m sure my existance is a topic of discussion |
| They must wonder what the fuck will be left of the mess uncovered |
| When they finally take a wrecking ball to my bedroom wall |
| I will show them all |
| Something |
| Is the kitchen in the house? |
| Is the closet in the house? |
| Is the bedroom in the house? |
| Is the living room in the house? |
| I don’t go out |
| I just wander the halls |
| Fingers run along the crumbling walls |
| Sick and deformed like the dip in the floor |
| The drip in the kitchen’s on a mission |
| To kill me off, I should’ve died in a crib fire |
| And will before long. |
| Smoke rising from the old wiring |
| Ring the alarm |
| Wish I could decorate the place with the smell of napalm |
| Barricade to save face, never answer the phone |
| Stay away from the shades, try to vanish in the smoke |
| I no longer know If I’m the cancer or the host |
| Can’t manage to cope without damaging my throat |
| Used to make plans to go but they cancelled my show |
| Now I watch Channel Zero for a pattern in the snow |
| From the clock to the mirror to the carpet full of holes |
| Things have gone well beyond a job |
| For pest control… |
| Is the kitchen in the house? |
| Is the closet in the house? |
| Is the bedroom in the house? |
| Is the living room in the house? |