Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bereft, artist - Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors. Date of issue: 31.03.2018
Song language: English
Bereft |
| Vodka on your breath. |
| Heart devoid of dreams. |
| Hope that left so long ago. |
| Mangled by paternity. |
| Wine on your breath. |
| Mouth full of hate. |
| Hope that left so long ago. |
| Mangled by maternity. |
| The apple falls directly below the tree. |
| But the tree is dead |
| Which leaves the apple |
| Rotten as can be. |
| Wary me. |
| Parry me. |
| Carry me. |
| Bury me. |
| Wary me, Parry me. |
| (Line approaching line.) |
| Carry me, Bury me. |
| (End apprehending end.) |
| Wary me, Parry me. |
| (Line approaching line.) |
| Carry me, Bury me. |
| (End apprehending end.) |
| Bright futures thrown away |
| In the name of an escape |
| Words from aspiring artists |
| Replaced by silent mouths agape |
| Nights forgotten, |
| Vice begotten. |
| Wary me. |
| Parry me. |
| Carry me. |
| Bury me. |
| Line approaching line. |
| Bereft behest. |
| Bereft behest. |
| An authors voice |
| Silenced on a blank page. |
| Numbing the sting of inadequacy. |
| Unfair exchange: thought for naught. |
| Leaning on crutches meant for killing slowly |
| Now you can only bide your time |
| The apple falls |
| Directly below the tree |
| But the tree is dead |
| Which leaves the apple |
| Rotten as can be |
| Line approaching line. |
| End apprehending end. |
| Rotten. |
| Fertile, though rotten through. |
| Germination begins as corrupt seeds |
| Spread their sickness through the landscape; |
| Infecting all. |