Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Weightless, artist - Stacked Like Pancakes. Album song Strange Creatures, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 28.03.2019
Record label: Kellen McKay
Song language: English
Weightless |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless without my mind |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless |
| I’m going ballistic in my head, but it’s okay |
| 'Cause nobody will listen anyway |
| I’d love to live a day without my brain and hit play |
| I’m going ballistic in my head |
| But nobody will listen anyway |
| Nobody will listen anyway, anyway |
| I for a quarter 'cause I can’t quite tell how much my thoughts are worth |
| But I promise I’ll make it a good sell |
| I’ll take it, take it to the market, trade my brain for a life |
| And I can finally see the light |
| The incandescent light bulbs are shattering on my temples |
| Repeat repeat repeat, I think I might be mental |
| Take a strain of thought and watch me disassemble |
| The words aren’t mine, they’re just on rental |
| I asked my favourite word if she would ever love me |
| But she told me she would never, and I’ll tell you why in summary |
| A distant memory tells her everything she needs to know |
| I have a history with words out of her control |
| I thought I thought my thoughts had tried to separate my words |
| I think I need a supplement to silence every word I’ve heard |
| But pills can’t erase thoughts and drugs make 'em shorter |
| I guess all I can do is sell my conscience for a quarter |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless without my mind |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless without my mind |
| I am weightless |
| I guess I’ll ask my self, «self, why don’t you get some help, self |
| Help yourself to all the wealth, and it’ll all work itself out» |
| Self diagnosis tells me I need you to fix me |
| Somethings out of rhythm, come back to me |
| Please sign the dotted line that tells me I am fine |
| Please prescribe my life and let me live a lie |
| I’ll stock the shelves with all the medicated disbelief |
| Doc, I’m on my knees, please give it to me so I can breathe |
| Side effects include, repeat repeat repeat |
| Now pull the trigger and rele-ea-ea-ease |
| Over the counter, under the table |
| I am stable, able-minded |
| Trying to find a way to rhyme with every word in time |
| My doctor gave to me the perfect cure to fix my head |
| But how come half the people who take it, take it wind up (dead) |
| Sad! |
| I’m going ballistic in my head |
| But it’s okay, today I’m living without my brain |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless without my mind |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless without my mind |
| I am weightless |
| I am weightless |
| I am weightless |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless without my mind |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless (without my mind) |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless without my mind |
| Hold me up with a kite |
| I am weightless |