Flat line these false supplies Open scars are televised Try hard to break the mould With no hope tattooed into your soul More lines, a way to cope Applaud denial, consume the hope Try hard to break the mould With no hope tattooed into your soul
[Chorus] If I hear your voice in my head In my bed, in my rest Then I might just throw away Though I know I'm dead in my chest In my rest, in my dress Still I might just throw away
Don't hold me under I don't want to go I hear a thunder To soak Don't hold me under I don't want to go I hear more thunder To choke
Shards lie, speech is false Try not to break the mould You said I might find a day If I shut my mouth and look away On time for false supplies More stars are burned alive You said try hard to shake the soul With your hope shattered into your bones
[Chorus] If I hear your voice in my head In my bed, in my rest Then I might just throw away Though I know I'm dead in my chest In my rest, in my dress Still I might just throw awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
