Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Broken Glass, artist - VENUES. Album song Break Down a Venue, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 30.06.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: darkTunes
Song language: English
Broken Glass |
You’ve already lost your conscious mind |
Have you ever crossed that goddamn line? |
You’ve already lost your conscious mind |
Have you ever crossed that goddamn line? |
There is a war |
On conscious minds |
There’s no escape |
Won’t make it out alive |
Impaled on a cross |
There is no future |
The time has come my friend |
We’re going down |
Every time I want to be there |
Anyway you won’t let me |
In a way I fucking miss it |
You cut like broken glass |
In the night when every single moment died |
And the days went by |
Lost in the shadow |
In the night when every single moment died |
And the days went by |
Lost in the shadow of |
Light my cursed way |
Give me the strength to carry on |
Out of this hell |
I’ve never been a saint |
Why should I care |
Any fucking way |
I’d rather crash and burn |
And feel the same way |
Every time I want to be there |
Anyway you won’t let me |
In a way I fucking miss it |
You cut like broken glass |
In the night when every single moment died |
And the days went by |
Lost in the shadow |
In the night when every single moment died |
And the days went by |
Lost in the shadow of |
A cruel circle of repeating processes |
That begins in the bed and ends in there |
Every time at the beginning |
Your strength is the hope for a change to accompany you |
But it’s drifting away |
Drifting away |
You say you only live once |
But you die every day |
You’re ticking like a broken clock |
Never question anything |
Every time I want to be there |
Anyway you won’t let me |
In a way I fucking miss it |
You cut like broken glass |
In the night when every single moment died |
And the days went by |
Lost in the shadow |
In the night when every single moment died |
And the days went by |
Lost in the shadow of |
With cheerless eyes we watch each other |
With dry blue lips we shape our promises |
Those promises are fading away |