Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Recluse, artist - A Lot Like Birds. Album song No Place, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 28.10.2013
Record label: Equal Vision
Song language: English
Recluse |
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 |