Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sirens, artist - Attalus. Album song Into the Sea, in the genre ХардкорDate of issue: 01.06.2015
Record label: Facedown
Song language: English
Sirens |
| Here come the sirens charming and sweet |
| Saying «I got, I got, I got everything you need.» |
| Hungry as lions primed for the feast |
| Beauty at times is just a side of the beast |
| Beauty at times is just a lie |
| Voices of culture charming and sweet |
| Saying «I got, I got, I got something good to eat.» |
| Gather as vultures ready to feed |
| And before you know you’re being swallowed up by greed |
| Before you know you’re being swallowed |
| Don’t get their song stuck in your head |
| Don’t let them lure you into bed |
| Don’t heed the song of the sirens you’re gonna wind up dead |
| They’re just devils in disguise |
| Hell’s sick mirage of paradise |
| Don’t lift your eyes to the sirens — one look could take your life |
| Can you feel them? |
| Breathing down upon your neck |
| Their shadows fall upon the deck |
| They’re fantasies that haven’t yet turned into nightmares |
| I know their way seems so sublime |
| I know their rivers run with wine |
| But in the end you’re gonna find there is no light there |
| Oh they’re breathing down upon your neck |
| Their shadows fall upon the deck |
| Like fantasies that haven’t yet turned into nightmares |
| I know their way seems so sublime |
| I know their rivers run with wine |
| But in the end you’re gonna find it’s all a lie |
| Be not betrayed by their cries lest you be dragged to the depths |
| Don’t let them feed you a lie |
| Don’t let them feed on your flesh |
| Don’t get their song stuck in your head |
| Don’t let them lure you into bed |
| Don’t heed the song of the sirens you’re gonna wind up dead |
| They’re just devils in disguise |
| Hell’s sick mirage of paradise |
| Don’t lift your eyes to the sirens — one look could take your life |
| Can you feel them? |
| Breathing down upon your neck |
| Their shadows fall upon the deck |
| They’re fantasies that haven’t yet turned into nightmares |
| I know their way seems so sublime |
| I know their rivers run with wine |
| But in the end you’re gonna find there is no light there |
| Oh they’re breathing down upon your neck |
| Their shadows fall upon the deck |
| Like fantasies that haven’t yet turned into nightmares |
| I know their way seems so sublime |
| I know their rivers run with wine |
| But in the end you’re gonna find it’s all a lie |