Corcega - Weird Tales

I was trapped in a Sunday, cornered into my mind
Hot pink raptors, looking straight to my eyes
Got a feeling that these shoes, are always just to tight
Weird tales of vampires, told in present tense light
Always feeling like I’m sleeping in a hotel room

Got an idea in my head, but the edges are sharp
Polishing compound, found in craters in Mars
Got a really bad shoulder, my front teeth are worn out
Got an itch in my sixth sense, got a fear that walks back
Bloody bathtubs, summer stupor in a flask

Said goodbye to the spring, forgot your hair copper sparks
It didn’t really matter ‘cause I’m always feeling like
I’m sleeping in a hotel room
Like I’m sleeping in a hotel room
Like I’m sleeping in a hotel room

‘Since I saw you in the classroom, got you into my heart
Got a record on my wall, four guys walking by