Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rat Race, artist - A Scent Like Wolves. Album song Spirit Vessel, in the genre Пост-хардкорDate of issue: 29.03.2018
Record label: We Are Triumphant
Song language: English
Rat Race |
| I don’t live wanna live a lie |
| I’m diving into what seems like hell again |
| I’m still waking up in the same place, stuck in the rat race |
| Seeing the same old shit |
| Everyday is a headache, feeling my soul take hits I can’t withstand |
| When will the tide change for my own sake? |
| The pain is relentless |
| Can someone stop me from falling head first over the precipice |
| This isn’t how I wanted to be |
| Rejection inside, reflects what I see |
| Show me the path that I was meant to lead |
| The fire inside, it’s all that I breathe |
| Don’t listen to them it’s their apathy |
| Holding you back when I’m stuck in this misery |
| All I can teach you is mistakes are memories |
| Follow your heart again, reclaim the light I need |
| Now you know what it’s like to be a stranger with no home |
| I feel the fire, it’s coursing through my throat |
| Can you hear the cry my soul makes? |
| It’s weeping all alone |
| Breaking down my walls and it pulls me away |
| To an ocean surrounding this abysmal ache |
| In the end, this is hell |
| (This is hell) |
| Almost Human: |
| It’s how we’re engineered |
| Chemistry brings us safety |
| You can’t delete what we fear |
| Our vision ever-changing |
| Teleport to a world away |
| We’re leaving, retreating in a whirlwind |
| Every day we fucking compromise |
| So sick and tired of feeling that I’m not alive |
| My conscious blurs the line between the truth and lies |
| Fantasy, I want to live a life beyond the stars |
| Reality, always searching for an exit |
| I wanna see the skies of other lands |
| And not pretend |
| Please understand |
| Human sense, take it back |
| Programmed lies, system hack |
| All these versions of my past |
| Yearn for answers I don’t have |
| Teleport to a world away |
| We’re leaving, retreating in a whirlwind |
| I’m loosing my grip and there’s nothing to say |
| We’re healing, believing in our own skin |
| Our rebellion has no end |
| Rusted shells obscure |
| Networks of hollow core |
| We’re all dead and gone |
| (We're dead and gone) |
| Teleport to a world away |
| We’re leaving, retreating in a whirlwind |
| I’m loosing my grip and there’s nothing to say |
| We’re healing, believing in our own skin |
| We’re all dead and gone |