Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mud , by - Crucifix. Song from the album Cruce Signati, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 20.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cruce Signati
Song language: English
Mud |
| Everything I feel is mud… |
| nothing hurts quite like this does… |
| I feel it in my bones. |
| My whole world’s spinning from above, and everything I am is mud. |
| Dirty… |
| filthy… |
| I’m shapeless… |
| empty… |
| Blood, sweat and tears fuel the hurt, mixed with a lifetime of doing dirt. |
| And all the dirt brings pain until the tears flood, then I wonder why I’m |
| standing knee deep in the mud. |
| Trying to believe in something with no evidence, can’t tell the right over the |
| wrong so I ride the fence, because in the end only a terrified fool repents. |
| I’m so dirty that getting clean don’t make no sense. |
| And since I can’t stop my world from spinning I traded my soul for guns, money, |
| weed and women. |
| The only pleasure that I get is when I’m sinning… |
| This heart won’t break but it keeps on bending. |
| Been in, been down this road before, in the back of my mind knowing everything |
| gets old, because when I’m gone everything I loved fades quick, but every time |
| I reach for the Truth I slip… |
| Everything I feel is mud… |
| nothing hurts quite like this does… |
| my whole world’s spinning from above, and everything I am is mud. |
| I can’t take this confusion no more, time to let it go. |
| Pull myself together and try stepping out on my own… |
| A child born like a paper doll, because every step out on my own ends up a |
| nasty fall. |
| I head straight down until I hit rock bottom, then hear a voice in the chaos |
| saying «I got him!» |
| Then two hands slowly pick me up, I notice holes in the wrists as |
| they lift me up out this mess I’ve made… |
| the hell I’ve been… |
| Then all the sudden everything’s spinning again. |
| I’m screaming, «God, where you at? |
| I thought that you loved me? |
| I can’t make it alone, don’t take your hand from me!» |
| Then everything goes |
| still… |
| the spinning don’t stop but His hand is all I feel. |
| Then as I pray God use me to do your will I realize I’m standing on a pottery |
| wheel… |
| Everything I am is mud in my Father’s hands above… |
| Mold me… |
| make me… |
| take me… |
| break me… |
| Everything I feel is mud… |
| nothing hurts quite like this does… |
| my whole world’s spinning from above, and everything I am is mud. |