Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Recluse , by - A Lot Like Birds. Song from the album No Place, in the genre Пост-хардкорRelease date: 28.10.2013
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Recluse , by - A Lot Like Birds. Song from the album No Place, in the genre Пост-хардкорRecluse |
| Within the shadows of the ever-barren |
| We decompose like decrepit particles |
| Windows of your inner being |
| Neglecting what is loved |
| It’s the absence of substance |
| Struggling to exist |
| In this hallowed yet hollow shell |
| Hey you, your guard’s up but the whole room can see straight through |
| Your exoskeleton is plastic |
| Melting 'round the edges and dripping down your spine |
| You’ve got very little time |
| And most of it is mine anyways |
| Oh no! |
| Don’t hesitate, they can sense it |
| Within the shadows of the ever-barren |
| We decompose like decrepit particles |
| Can you feel me crawling through your inner being? |
| You’re a hollow shell that once existed |
| Did you come into the sending? |
| So send me away. |
| We all just end up as dust |
| Glorified ash. |
| Rust. |
| Welcome, my guest, to the attic! |
| Just shut the trap behind you, don’t panic, we don’t mean to startle you |
| If you could just remove all your clothes |
| Shut your mouth and relax and we’ll remove a part of you |
| Wrap her up, wrap her up, wrap her up |
| Struggle deep inside the cobweb, we can feel the strands shake off |
| Fill up my stomach with heartbeats! |
| Skitter backwards into cluttered recesses, your home is ours! |
| Everything you threw out, abandoned; |
| We took as our own, built it up in our own way |
| Mansion of mess! |
| A legacy of refuse, eaten memories and scars |
| Don’t stay. |
| I don’t care, just let me be or make me whole |
| Walk, crawl, run. |
| As long as you don’t forget this place, our faces, |
| these old floors |
| «Home is where the hearts are,» said the hunger to the waiting predator |
| Now I know where to go. |
| «Home is where the fun starts,» |
| Said the hunger to the waiting predator |
| Yeah, I know where to go. |
| Go for the throat |
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