Тексты песен «Bled»

Slave away. For the price of your youth you can earn yourself a dying wage. You're worth your weight in the sweat that you spill for good of the company. At the end of the night counting on your smokebreaks you seem to...

when you find me pinned beneath the wreckage call off your sirens call of your search everything is quiet on fire everything is warm inside the glow with television static, with engines purring let me sleep. one by one...

Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral needs a star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless and the used. The one who reaches for her arms. I am denial. You are...

Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral needs a star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless and the used. The one who reaches for her arms. I am denial. You are...

I lost my voice in the fire. I burned my eyes staring at your eclipse. I was just a child. My father's favorite. Such delicate arms keep reaching toward the horizon. As we keep starving for this beauty, we are sick with...

I made a pact not to sleep through the end All of the dreamers are stuck in their beds Fight off the attraction to always play dead I'm tortured by white noise in half hour sets Ears ringing, your mouth ran for miles...

I'll stand knee deep in your ridicule. Your tongue flickers as threats are made. I've saved you a seat in hell. Lets begin. You can shove glass down my throat. I need your fists against my flesh. That would move me an...

Songwriters: Munoz, James; Ott, Ross; Pedicone, Michael; Simoes, Darren; Talley, Jeremy;Brace yourself for the plight of the born As the spotlight strips you bare Just a useless act in the play of life Cast as the role...

the plague. it came and stole my good fortune away it"s not the end, it"s just judgement day. crossed off the list. I must have some nerve how could I show my face around here ever again it"s not worth the silence...

You will plug me in and turn me on. Turn on me. I am your device of manufactured hope. You plug me in and turn me into wires and blood. I am your trophy wife shaking hands with your guests. Hi my name is "yours". The...

You and I are not survivors, Decorated victims of a losing war, All dressed up in our defensive wounds. We are the ghosts. Haunted by the living ones. Every day apparitions. Haunted by the sound of our own voices. We...

Songwriters: Munoz, James; Ott, Ross; Pedicone, Michael; Simoes, Darren; Talley, Jeremy;Hey you, young love Don't let them cut out your tongue Swallow the key to your heart And smile through your teeth Hey you, young...

The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration. Everyone loves a fucking tragedy in epic proportions. Let's set our...

Welcome to the end of the night Where everyone reeks of stale smoke, dirty jokes Stop me if you've heard this one The ransom's over, where's my cut, cut, cut, cut? Skewered on an open flame I bought you off the spit,...