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Prisoner
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House
Prisoner è stato pubblicato il 31 dicembre 2013 da controlled substantial stuff come parte dell'album Poptrash
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Data di uscita31 dicembre 2013
Etichettacontrolled substantial stuff
LinguaEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM55

Video musicale

Video musicale

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
$WAGGOT
$WAGGOT
Songwriter

Testi

I liked you for your stories
And you liked me for my eyes
Not the color or the shape
Just the fact that they would light up
When you were around
Every single fucking time
Never blinking even once
So you held on tight
And you're hard to look away from
And you're never really shy
It's alluring and attractive
And it's better at night
I am easily attached
And it makes me go blind
Your fixation on my eyes
It makes me go blind
You really don't care
How I answer your questions
You really just like to hear
The sound of your own typing
And luckily for me
I have stopped feeling sad
I am mostly apathetic
But I kind of feel bad
You're a prisoner
You're a prisoner
You're a prisoner
In your own empty theater
You're a prisoner
A prisoner
A prisoner
In your own empty theater
I used to watch intently
But it started to get old
Around the seven-hundredth time
You got your blood on my phone
Truthfully, a part of me is
Still dying to know
But I've waited and I've
Waited and I think I'm gonna go
The price of admission
All my money and my soul
You're a spectacle for sure
So I guess you've reached your goal
It was ecastasy at first
Now I'm empty and I'm cold
It's a miracle you're still awake
And putting on a show
You really don't care
How I answer your questions
You really just like to hear
The sound of your own typing
And luckily for me
I have stopped feeling sad
I am mostly apathetic
But I kind of feel bad
You're a prisoner
You're a prisoner
You're a prisoner
In your own empty theater
You're a prisoner
A prisoner
A prisoner
In your own empty theater
If you get thirsty and you
Call an intermission
I'll be honest, I would be willing
To make a poor decision
I give credit where it's due
You look so good that it's a sin
And if it means I get to fuck
I'll cough up some more attention
I know that it's disgusting
Doing it just for some action
But you're different and I guess
That I'm convinced that I'm deserving
After all the time you stole
When I was stupid like a virgin
The very least I want is
Is to exploit you in return
You really don't care
How I answer your questions
You really just like to hear
The sound of your own typing
And luckily for me
I have stopped feeling sad
I am mostly apathetic
But I kind of feel bad
You're a prisoner
You're a prisoner
You're a prisoner
In your own empty theater
You're a prisoner
A prisoner
A prisoner
In your own empty theater
You're a prisoner
You're a prisoner
You're a prisoner
In your own empty theater
You're a prisoner
A prisoner
A prisoner
In your own empty theater
Written by: $WAGGOT
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