Testo Kitchen Sink - B. Dolan feat. Alias
Testo della canzone Kitchen Sink (B. Dolan feat. Alias), tratta dall'album Fallen House Sunken City
Shut the door
Moving photos of ghosts
Projected against the chemical smoke that closes
All around me
A taste bitter as pain thinner
Switch the sound off
Breathe heavily
They haven't found me
Slouched over my desk with my head pressing the keys
Or sitting up in bed, the scene reflected by the screen
Blood pounding in my temple
Remote control by the feed
Fingers slip between the blinds
This is what I see outside
Vampires, pedophiles, zero police
Threat levels elevated for weeks
Feel my blood pressure peak before I snap the blinds shut
My heart beating in the darkness
Eating from the box in half conscious
Half life full of sad nights spent
Re-running my favorite programs over again
Light glowing on my skin
My face shows no emotion
I sink into the sofa like a city sinking into the ocean
Sinking into the sofa like a city
Sinking into the
City
Sinking into the
City
Sinking into the
But what I really wanna know is
Is the kitchen in the house?
The kitchen's in the house
Is the bathroom in the house?
The bathroom's in the house
Is the closet in the house?
The closet's in the house
Is the living room in the house?
The living room's in the house
Alright, then check it out
I got lead paint peeling
Spreading stains on the ceiling
Revealing rust, dust, roaches and rats
They make a killing
The smell of death is filling what remains of the building
And 53 square feet make my cypher complete
Whether drooling on my pillow
Or laid out on my sheets
I keep falling
The TV keeps me falling asleep
The world is mine in my dreams
I see myself selling myself to myself
I feel like hell and cry for help 'til I'm held
'Til I'm safe in the arms of my home's body shut in
Nobody knocks on my door no more
Nobody comes in
Though I'm sure my existence is a topic of discussion
They must wonder what the fuck will be left of the mess uncovered
When they finally take a wrecking ball to my bedroom wall
I will show them all
Show them all
Is the kitchen in the house?
The kitchen's in the house
Is the closet in the house?
The closet's in the house
Is the bedroom in the house?
The bedroom's in the house
Is the living room in the house?
The living room's in the house
I don't go out, I just wander the halls
Fingers run along the crumbling walls
Sick and deformed like the dip in the floor
The drip in the kitchen that's on a mission to kill me off
I should've died in the crib fire
It will before long
Smoke rising from the old wiring, ring the alarm
Wish I could decorate the place with the smell of napalm
Barricade to save face
Never answer the phone
Stay away from the shades
Try to vanish in the smoke
I no longer know if I'm the cancer or the host
Can't manage to cope without damaging my throat
Used to make plans to go, but they cancelled my show
Now I watch channel zero for a pattern in the snow
From the clock to the mirror to the carpet full of holes
Things have gone well beyond a job for pest control
You know?
Is the kitchen in the house?
The kitchen's in the house
Is the closet in the house?
The closet's in the house
Is the living room in the house?
The living room's in the house
Is the bedroom in the house?
The bedroom's in the house
Credits
Writer(s): Brendon Whitney, Bernard Dolan
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