Тексты песен «Republic Of Wolves»

All that time that you kill Pulling smoke to your lungs In a parking lot covered in green glass and shimmering The light on your face starts to darken then dissipate The ghost was inside your mouth Placing bets with...

I sent a crackling message It had grown old inside my mouth It was phonetically in tact But the meanings were mismanaged in a way You were a bed of coral In some domesticated dream You were laconic when you woke But our...

We all have come close But do we ever die? The ones who seem to get so far Don't say that word So it's second-hand It's an inference It's arithmetic We learned a dying tongue To keep our secrets safe But there is no...

Death is the devil’s work Love is a cheap card trick Truth is a poor man’s dream Thought is a quick-sand pit And all my years spent cursing up the stairs “Good morning, God Get up Forget those bad dreams.” We’ve been...

I got swallowed in statues Of words i haven’t said yet If there's a method to madness Tell me what's the next step Tell me, tell me I’m telling lies about myself To myself I do it well I’m telling lies about myself To...

There is a wheel that spins to keep the river flowing It runs a course between your eyelids and your aching jaw There was a bird that took your voice and turned it backwards He and the past were aiming arrows at your...

Did you see the barren peaks Did you see the searing heat Did you see the birdless cage That you have become? Did you see servitude Did you see the shoulder length hair That lent all its radiance To somebody else? You...

My father told me son A good man is strong enough to run He was a wooden row As silent as a scarecrow He was With time we grew apart He spent his life making maps and disappearing Calm down I know it's late I'll be back...

Reach in for it Your rusted iron covered claws Pour out your breath into the furnace again And I think I've found a better way to live And I think I've found a better way to die And I've been fitting myself into that...

I am not the devil under the water Pulling you down by your old wooden ankles Splitting and shriveling Seeping out of me God, I’m afraid of the songs you’ve been singing me God I cannot hear your voice quite so clearly...

I was aging In the wrong direction Heading uphill To the shrine you slept in I can see you rising Through the haze of morning Breaking up my virtue I was meant to break against you If we're just pretenders What the...

I've been saving up for your soul As long as i can recall Just needed something to tend ’til the fiery end But every time i give up my foothold To move toward that light I get darker inside I just wanted to be...

Death is the devil's work Love is a cheap card trick Truth is a poor man's dream Thought is a quicksand maze And all my years spent cursing up the stairs Good morning god get up, forget those bad dreams We been awake...

All that time that you killed Pulling smoke to your lungs In a parking lot covered in green glass And shimmering The light on your face starts to darken and dissipate The ghost was inside your mouth Placing bets with...

There is a wheel that spins to keep the river flowing It runs a course between your eyelids and your aching jaw There was a bird that took your voice and turned it backwards He and the past were aiming arrows at your...

There's a flock that I must tend Where each looks the same as the next But there's some that don't belong And I'm smoking them out Still I'm afraid that it might hurt 'Cause they've all been with me since birth An...

Where have you been lying Ever since the fortunes changed their minds? You're nothing but a sleeping quarry Caught up in the snares that you yourself had lain But I am not your keeper Don't call for me when you finally...

For once I think I'll try To leave the truth untied I know that you'll realize This is all we have And there's nowhere worthwhile now If there's a cause for every window That I jump through Then I'll be taking my time...

So we were living out our days In an old abandoned palisade Sweeping chimneys 'til our backs hurt And singing 'til our throats were dry Scraping the red from every rusty nail Stitching the carpet tears We kept our...

She was in the back yard Digging out a trench Praying for her father’s gun again All the holy weight they’d laid across your back And the hundred years you’ll waste Just thanking them for that And you can’t blame anyone...