Besedila: Ours. Distorted Lullabies. Miseryhead.

Christ your head
What's it become?
While the whole world's out having fun

I'm in a cloud
It's pulling me down
Breaking me down

I'm in a cloud
It feels like a crowd of a hundred
It's five degrees here
Nobody sees
Somebody please
Save me

This is the sound of my miseryhead
Choke on the taste of my miseryhead
Dance to the words of my miseryhead
This is the sound of my miseryhead
I'm in a cloud
It's pulling me down
Breaking me down

Turn around
What's that sound?
I'm in your head
I thought I heard you say
You'd rather be dead then
Live life apart
We're apart
We're apart

This is the sound of my miseryhead
Choke on the taste of my miseryhead
Dance to the words of my miseryhead
This is the sound of my miseryhead