Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shameful, artist - Atreyu. Album song The Best of Atreyu, in the genre Date of issue: 22.01.2007
Record label: Concord Bicycle Assets
Song language: English
Shameful |
| You should have ran for days |
| You embrace, you betray |
| (I am sick to say, you’re a sad cliché) |
| But when you ran you tripped and fell |
| On a path that lead you straight to hell |
| (This is my salt in your wounds |
| This is my «I told you so») |
| If you knew what I know |
| Would you move like you do? |
| With malicious discontent |
| You went about hell-bent to destroy |
| But did you have a reason why? |
| Here’s to lowering caskets of old friends |
| Choice and consequence |
| We’ll birth a new day with the death of an old and |
| Start over! |
| Start over! |
| Here’s to burying hatchets in those |
| Who you’d never call your friends |
| We’ll birth a new day with the death of an old and |
| Start over! |
| Start over! |
| Can you breathe in, reach, and let it out |
| The evil inside that’s eating you out tonight |
| With every venomous move, I will suck you up and spit you |
| Get out of my life, get out of my sight |
| Here’s to lowering caskets of old friends |
| Choice and consequence |
| We’ll birth a new day with the death of an old and |
| Start over! |
| Start over! |
| Here’s to burying hatchets in those |
| Who you’d never call your friends |
| We’ll birth a new day with the death of an old and |
| Start over! |
| Start over! |
| You let yourself get carried away |
| Don’t act like you’re ashamed |
| You let yourself get carried away |
| Bow your head now, accept the blame |
| You let yourself get carried away |
| Bury this with you, a waste |
| And now it’s time to see |
| What you don’t mean to me |
| Now it’s time to see |
| What you don’t mean to me |
| Now it’s time to see |
| What you don’t mean to me |
| Here’s to lowering caskets of old friends |
| Choice and consequence |
| We’ll birth a new day with the death of an old and |
| Start over! |
| Start over! |
| Here’s to burying hatchets in those |
| Who you’d never call your friends |
| We’ll birth a new day with the death of an old and… |