Letra de We're Talking About Practice - Chiodos

Turn off the lights, and turn me on.
She is a dead ringer, for all of these dead singers.
Advocate the devil in me.
Run it dry until I'm ready to go.

It's a frenzy, it's a feeding. Rags to riches entertaining.

I'm still searching in my sheets for you.
I'm gonna get you too.
I'm still looking, as I sing out for you.
You're surrounded, hiding in those pretty people.

I got hungry, so I hate the hand, after I ate
Everything it had been feeding me.
I'm so over the top of her dead body.
(I'm so perfect, I know I wanna make you practice.)
(You all look the same, catch me spitting on your image.)

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It's a frenzy, it's a feeding. Rags to riches entertaining.

I'm still searching in my sheets for you.
I'm gonna get you too.
I'm still looking, as I sing out for you.
You're surrounded, hiding in those pretty people.

I can take you. I can make you perfect.
Just the way I want you to be,
On the screen for all the world to see.
I'm never gonna let you go.
I'm never gonna let you go.

I'm still searching in my sheets for you.
I'm gonna get you too.
I'm still looking, as I sing out for you.
You're surrounded, hiding in those pretty people.