Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Suono


Interfaccia


Livello di difficoltà


Accento



linguaggio dell'interfaccia

it

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Gestione dei Cookie   |   Supporto   |   FAQ
1
registrati/accedi
Lyrkit

donare

5$

Lyrkit

donare

10$

Lyrkit

donare

20$

Lyrkit

E/o supportarmi sui social. reti:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Stray From The Path

Amnesia Hero

 

Amnesia Hero

(album: People Over Profit - 2002)


Scrambling for the phone
Screaming to a dial tone
Couldn't get 3 digits down
Before I had you out the door
I know your shaking
But the gas pedal is shackled to the floor
And in the back seat
Fluttered poems of you imperfected
With stab wounds inflicted by
By the malicious intent of therapeutic inkfilled utensils
Your lips trapped shut by the webs that you've spun
Don't speak to me as if the blindfold
Around your head were a halo
Your apologies are bandaids for a hemophiliac
Your eye's see not where we venture
Nor the smile that this brings me
You're imprisoned in a constant state of tension
This morning I was as calm as a sheriff in a ghost town
But that's what happens when you cope with death
It's not warm enough for your heart to thaw out
And I don't think it ever will be
But I swear to god this will all be over soon
The red light up ahead serves
As a warning solely to those who wish to live
Just the fact that I removed all the airbags shows
That my intentions are strong willed
And it's strange how tomorrow's diamonds in the street
Will be this evenings razors across your face
When they find us they'll see your lipstick smeared
And rivers of mascara descending down your mangled cheeks
Did you ever think a windshield
Would be the last thing that you kissed
Whats the deal with all the airline food?
I'll rid the world of you
But to survive and not recall the deed
I'm about to do would be worse than death itself
I'd let you finally point the finger at yourself
If I had kept the keys for the handcuffs
Good bye
My life's not worth as
Much as your death

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?