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
Jhariah

The Marching Dolls

 

The Marching Dolls

(album: To Mend The Sun - 2020)


The world has turned itself on it's head
The trees don't grow they kill instead
Where hope once was the light's turned black
We find find faith in the strangest places

The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Blind to the color they've painted this town
They stare at mirrors, wearing masks
And prudently perform their task

They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles

How can you watch our castles crumble down?
(Stand in the ashes of your city that burned to the ground)
I'm wondering where I heard this
"You said you'd give me purpose"

The marchers walk the streets in reverse with their heads down
Blind to the color they've painted this town
They stare at mirrors, wearing masks
And prudently perform their task

They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
March along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles

The uniform will set you free
Close your eyes and you will see
They'll soon do to you what they've done to me

They march along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
(To me)
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles
(To me)
March along in single file
Surrendering their sense of style
(Me)
Happily police the streets
With vacant eyes and plastic smiles

Fatto

Hai aggiunto tutte le parole sconosciute di questa canzone?