Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek, artist - Blue October. Album song Foiled For The Last Time, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 24.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Republic Records release;
Song language: English
Drilled A Wire Through My Cheek |
I try to stay on top of you |
To hold your body down |
Your shaking seems to hinder |
Every grasp that I have found |
Moving every inch around you |
To defuse your private bomb |
I stretch myself surrounding |
And protecting you from harm |
I use a wallet for your mouth |
So when you bite, you will not bleed |
I drilled a wire through my cheek |
And let it down and out my sleeve |
And now you’re pulling out the best of me |
Yeah, which never ever comes |
This wire’s all that’s left of me |
And it’s hooked within my gums, within my gums |
So drill it, so drill it |
So hard I feel it |
(So drill it) |
So drill it, so drill it |
So hard I feel it |
(So drill it) |
As proof to show I’d bleed for this |
I’d cut myself to shame |
To get to know this masochist |
Who’s stolen my first name |
Pretending he’s a teacher |
Holding all my weight at ease |
But the teacher seems to split in two |
Destroying both his knees |
Now crawling, I position myself |
Below your broken wings |
I lift your feathered left arm |
Where you hide your heart from me |
I never noticed it was swollen |
With the touch of brutal pain |
I never knew a heart could live inside |
The rust from all your rain, all your rain |
So drill it, so drill it |
So hard I feel it |
(So drill it) |
So drill it, so drill it |
So hard I feel it |
(So drill it) |
I didn’t think to bring a washcloth or to rub away the dirt |
Myself and I, we share this barely beating heart of hurt |
And when the hurt comes, there’s an argument |
A fight to save a smile |
A small attack on human tears to dry them for a while |
A dream we all should count on, yeah, a vision I believe |
In where confidence is found attached to wires on our sleeve |
And where loneliness is history told to pack his shit and leave |
And where guidance is a fortune told to help in time of need |
And where crying isn’t secret, it’s the art of how we grieve |
And lessons are the key to every goal I will achieve, I will achieve |
So drill it, so drill it |
So hard I feel it |
(So drill it) |
So drill it, so drill it |
So hard I feel it |
(So drill it) |
So drill it, so drill it |
So hard |
(So drill it) |
So drill it, so drill it |
So hard |
(So drill it) |
So hard |
So hard |