flying mic!
hey trent
i really don't know what you mean
seems like perfect sets come only in our dreams
i feel my stitches grow all the more extreme
hey trent
can this job really be as scary as it seems?
flying mic!
don't take it away from me
i need something to hold on to
don't take it away from me
(gotta dodge those flying boots...)
hey trent
there's nowhere left for me to hide
you'd think i'd be safe up here on the drum riser
i'm all alone with scars which i despise
hey trent
i believed the promises, the promises and lies
flying mic!
i wanna throw it all away
my drumkit left to decay
how many i'd betray
i need a good chiropracter
flying mic!
my head is filled with disease
my skin is begging you please
i'll get on my hands and knees
i want so much to be free
i need something to hold on to
i need something to hold on to
i need something to hold on to
i need something to hold on to
i'll give you everything
my kick drum, everything....
-- christine bomke