Founds total 13 songs
Three Suns And One Star
All felt is hope to spilling over. Needs are a passing memory fear not worthy. Belief, a martyr's burden. Heaved upon capable shoulders. . Dissuade your charge.
The Path
Crawling, to the path of the righteous. Crawling, to you again, to you again. Crawling, up and down a mountain. Crawling, then up again, then up again.
Pillamyd
Been to this place before, excavation. Scrawling a name again. Touch stony face restored. Can't read the name, collapsible fingertips. . Weeping within the hot of desert weeps.
On March The Saints
Be something that amounts to nothing the threat. A wrecking ball plowing through our karma. We have no confident voice in our ears for tonight. Exist in memory only headline.
Nothing In Return (walk Away)
Fast, a cleansed soul rebirthing. See to be and understand your flipside. . You want nothing in return. You want nothing in return. You want nothing in return.
Never Try
Close the door. Lay in bed. Cigarette. Aching head. . Never try, never try. You either do it. Or don't waste my time. No, no, never try. . Frustration.
N.o.d.
Sick of a sickness, a reoccurring nightmare of. Convulsing through slow tempo dance. Liberation requiem, stamped out curriculum. Oh, that doppelganger laughing, manifesting wings.
Mourn
Mourn. . Hotel room of doom. I can't find a clue. Confusion broken hearted woe. . Sheets and pillows soaked. My telephone seems broken. I'm calling crucified.
Lies, I Don't Know What They Say But...
Sometimes I feel like a man that has two broken hands, yeah. All of this thrown at me, sinking me neck deep in sand, yeah. They can't kill me no more.
In The Thrall Of It All
Go slow. . Cruel to himself and generous about it. Cruel to the world, not hard to spot it. Can't give up, shut up on a tirade. Off the top of his head, so ripe becoming rotten.
I Scream
All scorn me. A monster should be feared. Witch hunt blame. Regret and damn the day. . I scream. . Fallen leaves. From the same family tree. Wind blown halves.
His Majesty The Desert
I try when there is no such thing. And hide rejecting, rejecting. . Reaching for a handful. (Yet still the pain goes on). Reaching for a handful. (Yet still the pain goes on).
Beneath The Tides
Setting sail from a crushed rooftop. Fathoms deep, shallow as a raindrop. Attempt to feel 20/20 now. React like gasoline cornered by a house fire. . You can't come clean.
forgotlyrics.com is website search lyrics
Quick links
Contact
Please contact us via email: [email protected]
2016 © All Rights Reserved.