letras.top
a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de rage - english ver. - bank of innovation, inc.

Loading...

haven’t got friends, haven’t got goals
only have this unending fight
it never ends ’til i die
that’s why i’m wandering

meaningless fights, meaningless nights
only have these endless nights
that’s why i want, that thing will do
whatever, i’m outta here

it sounds too good, it can’t be true
it’s just a trick, a fleeting glimpse
trick of the light, trick of the dark
it’s not real, no treasure here

that crazy spark, that flash of pain
where it ends up n0body knows
you think you’ve got something to win
you stupid kid, don’t go there

every time a storm cloud splits thе sky
fighting, clawing like angry beasts
memoriеs that don’t find their way
the colors fading out
like those old washed-up bones
spoken words that will slither wither into lies
someone made them sweeter and tasting of hope
leaving truth on the outside to stand on its own
washed out and colored like grim darkened ash

spouting lies that sound sweeter
than truth ever will
it’s so easy to hold you and whisper in your ear
reaching for that one something that i never had
’cause i sense already that you’re leaving here
why is it you’re not saying, but can’t deny

always with me, never escape
always have this undying pain
it never fades, all these doubts
that’s why i’m questioning

i don’t wear gloves, or armor up
only need pain to carry on
nothing to want, this life will do
whatever gives h-lla thrill

every time the church bell tolls for us
ripping all our fragile dreams
memories from so long ago
the shadows disappear
like those forgotten ghosts
whispered words to carry you
just through the night
someone named them answers
that became our truth

selling off what we really
should hold fast and close
deeper and not of the world that we see
we can’t know what is waiting beyond this view

spoken words that will slither wither into lies
someone made them sweeter and tasting of hope
leaving truth on the outside to stand on its own
washed out and colored like grim darkened ash

spouting lies that sound sweeter
than truth ever will
it’s so easy to hold you and whisper in your ear
reaching for that one something that i never had
’cause i sense already that you’re leaving here
why is it you’re not saying, but can’t deny

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...