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letra de hopeless - $heepdah$leeper

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-$heepdah$leeper- (verse 1)
drained, of all the noise that keep me sane
never knowin’ what comes next, i’m on the track with a silent train
bang, crush my body underneath the weight of all that’s same
at my desk it’s all a mess, there’s just a corpse that still feels pain

insane, is how my brain go
all this music’s how i cope
askin’ where the day go
my answers i don’t know

they tell me keep on pushin’
but the path to fame is full of molds
i can’t just stay inside a lane
the only answers i don’t know

-$leeper and zultora- (verse 2)
my body tells mе to wake up at 3 am up in the night
something’s tеllin’ me that there’s a witness that sees all my plight
creepin’ up right from the shadows is the wrong and then the right
what to pick, i can not choose, it seems that there’s no end in sight

walk outside i see the shadows of the souls that can not sleep
demons leapin’ from the corner, take ’em out without a peep
the people suffer, i see why, sometimes it’s hard to even care
but it’s whatever, i hit the hay, and think about the cross we bear
-prexcher- (verse 3)
everyday just feels the same, can’t seem to hide it, so i bite the bullet
take a look into my eyes no life detected, i can’t fight it
way this sh-t got me feeling, wanna take the easy way out
searching for a purpose, deep down i can not find it

as i go about my day, my shadow grows closer
taking every ounce of happiness, i turn dead sober
feeling like i’m locked away, in a cage, that i’m used to
please just make this pain, go away i’m being held hostage

-prexcher and zultora- (verse 4)
demons in my head, k!lling me with the virus
i took my chances left my f-ckin soul, in the fire
a dead man walking, nothing left in this body
don’t see the light of day, just trapped, with the voices in my head

no sleeping, no reason, just me staring at the ceiling
trying to find a meaning just to stay alive without the bleeding
nights all alone, with death, knocking at my door
pistol on the dresser calling me to pick her up

-zultora- (conclusion)
3 am up in the night
seeing all my plight

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