Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song PYRO PYRO, artist - WARGASM (UK). Date of issue: 10.06.2021
Song language: English
PYRO PYRO |
| We’re in a messed up situation |
| A messed up situation |
| I’ve got a chest so tight it’s caged my lungs |
| Even Houdini couldn’t get out of this one |
| I’m reeling by the day |
| Can’t seem to make sense of this place |
| I call my head |
| Better get the fuck out of my way |
| We’re all starting to get a little psycho psycho |
| And if you keep us locked up we’re gonna burn it down like PYRO PYRO |
| It’s been sixteen weeks |
| Can’t swallow this |
| Hard medicine |
| Hey, hey |
| Bring out your dead |
| Wash off the life and go back to bed |
| Chlorine chlorine in my dreams |
| Chlorine you’re my everything |
| (Ladies and gentlemen what we are now experiencing is known as the tipping point |
| The world feels faster when it’s falling and the city’s brighter when it’s |
| burning) |
| We’re all starting to get a little psycho psycho |
| And if you keep us locked up we’re gonna burn it down like PYRO PYRO |
| It’s been sixteen weeks |
| Can’t swallow this |
| Hard medicine |
| Dress me up and wipe me clean |
| Shadows always cling to me |
| Paper bodies in the streets |
| They came unplugged from the big machine |
| Lovers lost to the beast that feeds |
| Giving birth to insanity |
| Burning cities in my dreams |
| I’ve come unplugged from the big machine |
| There’s blood, there’s blood |
| Strike your matches til they’re used up |
| This is too big for us to topple |
| Bring wood and oil |
| There’s blood, there’s blood |
| Strike your matches til they’re used up |
| This is too big for us to topple |
| Bring wood and oil |
| Hey hey, bring out your dead |
| Wash off the life and go back to bed |
| Hey hey, bring out your dead |
| Wash off the life and go back to bed |
| We’re all starting to get a little psycho psycho |
| And if you keep us locked up we’re gonna burn it down like PYRO PYRO |
| It’s been sixteen weeks |
| Can’t swallow this |
| Hard medicine |
| Dress me up and wipe me clean |
| Shadows always cling to me |
| Paper bodies in the streets |
| They came unplugged from the big machine |
| Lovers lost to the beast that feeds |
| Giving birth to insanity |
| Burning cities in my dreams |
| I’ve come unplugged from the big machine |