War Widow-The Bride

歌手 : The Bride

专辑 : President Rd

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:12

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TXT War Widow-The Bride 文本歌词

A blur of faces and names replace memories once set in stone,

I'm holding fear by it's very ears.

I'll never give into self-absorption,

So let me make this clear.

Carelessness came so carefully,

As it took from me integrity,

And shrouded you in indecency.

So here's to "Making this count",

And here's to "Keeping it real".

Here's to all the b******t we’ve concealed,

As we forfeit doctrines and ideals.

This is no kind of good life...

Listen to yourself,

To every word that leaves your mouth,

And consider it's consequence,

Don't speak if you’re in doubt.

I'm holding fear by its very ears.

I'll never give into self-absorption,

So let me make this clear.

Carelessness came so carefully,

As it took from me integrity,

And shrouded you in indecency.

So here's to "Making this count",

And here's to "Keeping it real".

Here's to all the b******t we’ve concealed,

As we forfeit doctrines and ideals.

Break the mirror,

And squeeze the glass into your fragile hands,

Your fists fill with blood.

Consider there's more to this than you,

Too far from the dirt you can't fathom,

That these steps have always been walked for you.

Break the mirror, (I stood idle in cowardice)

And squeeze the glass into your fragile hands, (And I gave myself to disease)

Your fists fill with blood. (I tore myself from everything)

Consider there's more to this than you, (If not for yourself)

Too far from the dirt you can’t fathom, (Than at least for your friends)

That these steps have always been walked for you. (Be the one to show them all)

(Where pretentiousness ends)

Woah, woah, woah, woah. (I stood idle in cowardice)

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. (And I gave myself to disease, I tore myself from everything)

I stood idle in cowardice, (I stood idle in cowardice)

And I gave myself to disease, I tore myself from everything. (I tore myself from everything)

Retaliate, Retaliate, I'm screaming at your clueless face. (Retaliate, retaliate, screaming at your clueless face)

Rid me of my memory, (Memories)

Help me to feel anything. (Anything)

Anything...

I stood idle in cowardice, (I stood idle... Cowardice)

And I gave myself to this disease, I tore myself from every... (I tore myself from every...)

I tore myself from every...