Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Artist , by - Alesana. Song from the album The Emptiness, in the genre Пост-хардкорRelease date: 11.04.2011
Record label: Concord, Fearless
Song language: English
The Artist |
| What is wrong with her eyes? |
| A glossy stare that won’t leave me be starts my blood running cold |
| A gaze that could make hell freeze over… |
| I have to understand she’s gone… |
| But she’s not! |
| Don’t you tell me that she is dead! |
| Watch her lips softly move because she’s still whispering to me! |
| …And something here is not quite right… |
| Skin so cold beneath my touch as I brush back her hair and close her eyes |
| But I cannot stand to turn away |
| When I do, she’ll be gone… |
| It’s frightening… |
| Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door… |
| They’ll be here soon |
| I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding |
| I wish I’d stop looking behind me |
| Running now will only make it worse… |
| They’ll be here soon |
| I wish I could shake the awful feeling |
| I wish my mind would stop… |
| Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me |
| As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? |
| Paint abandons canvas |
| And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch |
| As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? |
| I won’t… |
| Shaking as I rest her body down |
| No one knows, only me… |
| It’s frightening… |
| Sweaty hands will fail to lock the door… |
| They’ll be here soon |
| I wish I could keep my teeth from grinding |
| I wish I’d stop looking behind me |
| Running now will only make it worse… |
| They’ll be here soon |
| I wish I could shake the awful feeling |
| I wish my mind would stop… |
| Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me |
| As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? |
| Paint abandons canvas |
| And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch |
| As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? |
| Why should I even try to stop the collapse? |
| Why should I even try? |
| There’s a madman glaring straight at me! |
| Oh I know I’ve seen his face before… |
| I am sure I’ve seen his face before… |
| Maybe I am crazy and my mind is trying to deceive me |
| As the ground vanishes I wonder will the sky be the next to fail me? |
| Paint abandons canvas |
| And my brush can’t seem to start again from scratch |
| As I watch everything unravel, why should I even try to stop the collapse? |
| I won’t… |