Тексты песен «Comadre»

So what if your teeth hold a grudge, So what if your grinning means nothing, I bit my own hand clearly right off I can't keep my mouth busy, I can't back up my spit. The cursed, no one can change us. The spells,...

The scornful face of saturation, Scorn, and heartless compassion. A fully synthetic being functioning solely on a drive for acceptance, Appeal, absence of thought, corrupting all I hold dear. A sharp drive through...

I hope you choke on my fucking heartbeat and drown in my blue blood. The lonely walks bring out the lonely eyes. The hunger dies because of the lies. My stomach asks for something you can't give, Something you...

We were born without eyes And the sockets were just break proof safes, Read these books and diaries, That's how they said we could start clean, But, I would rather staple my own hands to a train, Then pray on...

Bright lights, wild nights, Let's tear this shit apart! Pass me another and it'll make everything alright. We never stop, We never sleep, We just keep on running! We're gonna hit the party, So roll out that...

Same shit but a not amused. Give us a way to fight these hardcore blues. A simple mind for a world so blind, I give a shit about your so called grind. So give me liberty or give me meth, same guitars are choking me to...

This is it. The nights that stand on two the morning breakfast blues, we must not hold back what keeps us in tact. Our secret tired lonely eyes, still we keep out necks high. And while your cons and everlongs all sound...

There's a smile Hidden in everyone's step And for every step taken A piece of us begs to stay together. Maybe everything I know Is just made up, but I won't give up anytime soon. Yes, I know my legs are tired and...

Our heads are a couple of cases And I am everything and miserable without you. Three thousand miles can hold so much. These miles of land. The land is separation. How much desperation in between? Like a phone...

The last time we spoke, we ended up no where And it seems like my words Aren't any better than your quotes, Our speeches were reversed Just like the movements of our hands, With every sentence I became more...

Yesterday I fought the moon and lost. But I am lunar now, so "we got to get out" and today I made a better version of a good diversion, more to keep us mergin'. And get head of the new crowd. The new blood, the new...

A call to arms across this golden land. The hearts of the future are pulsing in your hands. And it's on me to heal them, and it's on them to need it, And it's on you to make me believe we stand a chance. 'Cause we...

If I could better myself, I swear I would, I swear to god I'd fucking change myself But the five billion hands of the world are pulling me down. My veins are turning a dark blue, I feel like dying, how about you?...

They said we might not come back from this one, But who fuckin' cares, At least it will make us into humans. Shape my legs until they walk on order, Shape my eyes so they wont tear up on command, Shape this heart...

They said we might not come back from this one, But who fuckin' cares, At least it will make us into humans. Shape my legs until they walk on order, Shape my eyes so they wont tear up on command, Shape this...

Saturday. You're gonna see who owns tonight. We're dripping from these hearts that love to fight. We might not wake up tomorrow but that's just fine. We're done with what we're looking for. I am living under your...

We could build a city in a single day, But in a couple of seconds we would try To bury our regrets. They don't make caskets like they used to, with escape buttons. So grab my chest and slip your fingers Through my...

I got this new way to hate, a razorblade and some tapes, here's the ones who love to lose. Now that I've swallowed mistakes some sailor's luck in the way. I am stomaching what I can't chew. I want some blood in the back...

I am sick of noise, I am sick of toys, I want more. Just like "I want the moon" there's got to be more than just comfort. Feels like we're knocking on all the wrong doors. Give me the gold. I am selling this city that...

Built to walk the plank, No wagons this time, Just sails ships and hearts, We've crossed the maps of punk rock, And taken all we mock, And tied it up with ropes around our hands, We're going to take this to...