Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We, the Sad , by - Tallah. Song from the album Matriphagy, in the genre Ню-металRelease date: 01.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Earache
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We, the Sad , by - Tallah. Song from the album Matriphagy, in the genre Ню-металWe, the Sad |
| Welcome to my eternity |
| I am the recluse who balked his maturity |
| I am a slave to my own insecurities |
| I am the culprit in the eyes of the jury |
| Welcome to my pain |
| I’m the definition of a bitch been spayed |
| Watch in fascination as the parasites sway |
| Fear my explanation as it’s thrown away |
| This is the cry of a man with no purpose |
| This is the song you will sing at his grave |
| But that’s me… |
| I’m sad |
| I’m sick of being trapped inside |
| It’s decaying all I see |
| There’s no use in getting better |
| These things, they multiply |
| Are we not supposed to feel more than sad? |
| She is the thorn in my side |
| She is my possessor |
| She is my whole life |
| She is my coffin |
| If you don’t believe |
| Open up my stomach |
| -Watch the parasites sway |
| Disease you, disease me |
| This is an oppression |
| Society silently kills me |
| She’s a wretch in disguise |
| I am her child, and she is my mind |
| I am denial, and she is behind every thought |
| -Every violent thought |
| -Every violent thought |
| -Every violent thought |
| -Every violent thought |
| This is the look of a man whose been gelded |
| This is the way that he handles his pain |
| But that’s me… |
| I’m sad |
| I’m sick of being trapped inside |
| It’s decaying all I see |
| There’s no use in getting better |
| These things, they multiply |
| Are we not supposed to feel more than sad? |
| Here comes the flood |
| And she dams it every day |
| O' she keeps the pressure right |
| Until I drown under my own shit! |
| We are the sad |
| We are the diseased |
| We need our mother to relieve our pain |
| To pull us up—pull us up |
| To pull us up—pull us up |
| To pull us up—pull us up |
| To pull us up—pull us up |
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