It's the consequence of privileged information.
You can run, you can hide,
But light will find a way
And wither away
Haunted and haunting, we all are followed
By shadows from mart...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
Hook line and sinker
You're smoke and mirrors
Won't ever take the bait, I'll never
Fall for those
Formats and figures
Your greedy fingers
Won't ever get their hands on me
The wolv...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
Alongside all hearts
As they finish with backdrop cities;
As jagged teeth are digging deeper.
Ripping new wounds for former scars;
Stricken with insomnia
Sickened lungs insist on h...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
Baby boy had a big old heart
Large enough to tear apart
Split evenly in two
Evenly in two
Mom and Dad had a rocky start
Too much head, too little heart
Soon one turned into two
On...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
And the solemn verse resounds...
Heavy lies the twisted crown
As it hovers above
The disgrace I've become
Like a blemish on otherwise perfect skin
Like a scar from a sore
Like a s...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping,
A procession of prosthetics limbs and mannequins.
They're all perfect models of imperfection
With a marrow made of cellop...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
Your gross fabrication of pretext could bore.
Yet still I fall victim from syntax and omitted.
Just shy of something I could understand.
So blissful, I press on to the sound of the...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
Look alive, gentlemen
Or fake your deaths; your wounds undressed beneath your costumes.
Some are so well rehearsed
For hearses it hurts, always the first to wave the white flag
And...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
Thought about holding my breath last night
Until my face turned blue
And waited for my world to turn black as I laid in your arms,
An air deprived suicide
Would speak to ears
And ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens
Men are waiting patiently;
Remove me from the scene,
A sea of faceless souls in suits.
A sight for eyes, like thumbs;
Sore crooked and bow and foul relief.
You have, you have been ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Receiving End Of Sirens