Lyrics Onomatopeople - Birdmask

Onomatopeople

There’s a stain on my shirt
Won’t you tell me what it’s worth
I’ve been folding
And holding on
Be brave young knave
There’s a stain on my shirt
Won’t you tell me what it’s worth
I’m a man of my word and a
Hand for the absurd
I’ve been folding
And holding on
Automatic onomatopoeias go bang
Now my mouth’s full of dirt
I can’t even say a word
I am folding
And holding on
When they squeal in delight
And i try to make it right
I am holding
And folding on
Automatic onomatopoeias go bang
There’s a chance to betray
And it’s pushing me away
I’ve been folding
And holding on
Keep in mind what it’s like to be high as a kite
I’ve been folding
And holding on
Automatic onomatopoeias go bang
All these onomatopoeia people want to go bang
All these onomatopoeia people want to bang
Automatic onomatopoeias go bang
There’s a stain on my shirt
Won’t you tell me what it’s worth
'Cause i’m folding
And holding on