Lyrics TROUPE DE POISSON - Dusty

TROUPE DE POISSON

Splittin' in two equal halfs of a heart
My body is here, but my mind is not
One lashes at the other as they fall apart
Now this is where the st—

One has one home, one

, one soul
No, peace don't come, no— no more
No sound, no noise, no beef, no joy
Hellbound, hellbound, hellbound, keep fuckin'

Nothing matters in the end and there's nothing else
There's nothing you can do to take the room above the shelf
So keep it all to yourself, think about it by yourself
You would never die up your own, press your head

Splittin' in two equal halfs of a heart
My body is here, but my mind is not
One lashes 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 shipping, don't tell me I'm slipping again
If you're not with me, then you must be with them
Introducing two nights, amuse me
Jumping through hoops and caving the roof in
The kid's a performer, kid's a performer
His last trick sent the stage at the sound of a gun click

Huh?
Yeah
Six things tickin' in-between two chords
Instinct clinging in the mirror, I'm cold
My instinct's kicking as somebody's at the door (Yeah)
An instant, standing in my shadow on the floor
"I'm using" he says with his hands out from my guitar
I blink quick, 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 halfs of a heart
My body is here, but my mind is not
One lashes at the other as they fall apart (Huh?)
Now this is where the story ends

Fucked up