Nine Volt Heart

A WASTE OF DREAMING
trading independence for security            
all so shrowded in anxiety, I got my demons inside of me
& sleep’s just A WASTE OF DREAMING
under the eyes of new ministers,             
she died when they said ‘finish her’ & we’re the dream inside a narcoleptic race
         ‘oh love’

 /chorus/
neon crosses, hanging high
freedom is weakness until you try  one day, we’re all gonna die - whatkind of mark will we have left behind?/chorus/ someone out there is watching 
you, but not in the way 
you’d like them to. 
you can’t turn it off, nowhere to go and 
dreams are just a waste of 
feeling. i remember the day 
they took you away. the music 
died when they said ‘here’s today’, 
but we’re the dream inside a 
narcoleptic race.      
/chorus/
(boom, boom)
give me the chance, and 
it is gonna go
(boom, boom)
well get me 
in and I will make it blow. 
(boom, boom)
nobody really ever 
wants to die.
BUT WE ARE THE DEAD.
(boom, boom)
give me the chance, 
and it  is gonna go 
(boom, boom)
well get me 
in and I will make it blow.
(boom, boom) 
nobody really ever wants to die. 
I DONT WANT TO DIE.
we got kids dressing like they’re 
middle aged-slip on a suit and call
yourself new wave. always gonna 
be another number slave
5, 6, 7 8
/chorus/