Dance Gavin Dance - The Robot with Human Hair pt. 4

I wear soul on my sleeve at night Searching for substance I lose control of my autonomic mind Waiting for the impulse And I saw the rage burning in your eyes Your thoughts intangible Follow me down, we’ll get paralyzed Around the winding road Hang on, hang on Don’t lose composure now Hang on hang on Feed into the miracle Don’t be fucking cynical...