What's Inside of Your Mind?

by Black Tooth

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released July 18, 2016

Jason Jones: Guitar / Lead Vox
Sam Simpson: Guitar / Vox
Mark Leddon: Bass
Jack Binks: Drums

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Track Name: What's Inside of Your Mind?
You're always striving to be something you're not,
Caught in a life trap that keeps you from the top,
Religions decisions convince you to rebel,
You're always a heartbeat outside the gates of hell.

But it's a crime to refine what's inside of your mind,
We'll protect you in hell.

Those high rising, trail blazing,
Makers see you come,
The head filling, bread giving,
Shadows on the run.
So free thinking disassociates need not apply,
We have a place for you that's underneath our watchful eye.

But it's a crime to refine what's inside of your mind,
We'll protect you in hell.

In a corner of a room she writes a note,
Telling everyone around how well she copes,
Ah it's a miracle to see through this third eye,
To have this world around me just collapse and die,
I've seen it all I've seen the figures in the night,
They tell me blasphemy was such an easy crime,
Oh how we wish that you could open up your mind,
And see!
Track Name: Snakes & Ladders
My aching brain said he spent too long lying dormant in the back of a class.
Sullen halls oh they cave right in and I just can't seem to get back on track.
Well I'm sorry son, we can't commit this fun 'cause there's just too much of this damning crass.
Well I'm a fiction with addiction under paralytic condition so please excuse me while I'm having a blast.

I can see it in your eyes,
oh you look so hypnotised.

You're always on my mind,
'Cause you're always fucking high.

It's in your make up,
It's your hair, your stare and your pretty little pins up to your waist.

I got confused,
'Cause I'm loose,
I'm sending signals to your pineal gland.

Let's release those serotonins and freak out.