Painkiller The Pigeon - Soundcheck

Soundcheck, I don't wanna lose your love
Not when all we do is fit like a glove
Can you pretend to not regret
This kick and shove me to the fringe
Of how to deal with it

Soundcheck, I took you to the movies, oh
Bad timing cause the underground had taken hold
Of all the words I can't suspend
For any diamond ring at all
Not at all
Hollywood's been calling
I'm not answering
Because I want to

Well, you can comfort yourself you're just a gentle deceiver
No cold-blooded killer, you just need a breather
Get some snow in your hair, some blood in your cheeks
Pack your things and give them your two weeks'

But beware, because the lights look different from the front row
The sound is different from the front row
To push or pull out, it's hard to know
Because that feedback's loud as hell and so persuasive

Soundcheck, left me in a spiral now
Lots of people won't remember I'm dead
I can't pretend I could stomach that life of crime you led
But that's okay
It's nearly over

Written by:
Devon Bryant

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