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Frank Iero

Moto Pop

 

Moto Pop

(album: Barriers - 2019)


We create a new sound to kill the old sound
We open old wounds to flood the room
We create a new sound to kill the old sound
We open old wounds to flood the room

Looking back, there's nothing for me there
Standing still is just more than I can bear
That outside world will only cut your throat
And your hometown is just hoping that you'll implode

I'm scared of shadows from my past
They loom large until there's light

I never thought that I could be happy
I just know I can't admit I'm not
We're overfed, 'til the seams are bursting
I'm still starved for the love I never got

I'm scared of shadows from your past
They're looming large until there's light
I can see the birds of prey circling overhead
They might strip our bones and I might long for it

Never meant to say I'm sorry
Just hate to hear an awkward pause
Unmarked, my feelings get buried
Up to my throat 'til I can't talk

I'm scared of shadows from my past
They're looming large until there's light
I see the birds of prey circling overhead
They might strip our bones and I might long for it

There's nothing wrong with me
I've given everything
There's nothing left in my heart
I've used up everything

I see the birds of prey circling overhead
They might strip our bones, and sell the rest for scrap
You might hear my words but you can never truly know
Because these scars are my own and I earned every one

You might hope someday
That a tiger's stripes will change
But girl I gotta say
That plan don't sound worth a fuck

We create a new sound to kill the old sound
We open old wounds to flood the room
We create a new sound to kill the old sound
We open old wounds to flood the room

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