Death of Communication Songtext
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Honesty, my honesty
Was always what I gave for taking your friend
I never thought you would have hung it high above
As you did over my head
And ever since you came into my life
I always felt a little misled
I tried to read the signs
Tried to stay in the light
But (the) shades were always changing
Almost fooled me when you said this,
Sell your soul for someone's gold
Maybe then, you'll have a friend
You want (to) sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend
Everything we'll ever need is deep inside of our limitless beings
We struggle and we fight cause it feels good
To wonder why our lives are happening
Almost fooled me when you said this,
Sell your soul for someone's gold
Maybe then, you'll have a friend
You want (to) sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend
Hidden your history Written your memory
Though you didn't know it
Hidden your history
Written your memory
Say you didn't know it
Sell your soul for someone's gold
Maybe then, you'll have a friend
You want (to) sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend
The death of...
The death of...
The death of communication
Was always what I gave for taking your friend
I never thought you would have hung it high above
As you did over my head
And ever since you came into my life
I always felt a little misled
I tried to read the signs
Tried to stay in the light
But (the) shades were always changing
Almost fooled me when you said this,
Sell your soul for someone's gold
Maybe then, you'll have a friend
You want (to) sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend
Everything we'll ever need is deep inside of our limitless beings
We struggle and we fight cause it feels good
To wonder why our lives are happening
Almost fooled me when you said this,
Sell your soul for someone's gold
Maybe then, you'll have a friend
You want (to) sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend
Hidden your history Written your memory
Though you didn't know it
Hidden your history
Written your memory
Say you didn't know it
Sell your soul for someone's gold
Maybe then, you'll have a friend
You want (to) sell your soul to be controlled
Maybe then you'll have a friend
The death of...
The death of...
The death of communication
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