Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Doom & Gloom, artist - Dance Gavin Dance. Album song Acceptance Speech 2.0, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 29.08.2019
Record label: Rise
Song language: English
Doom & Gloom |
I’ll have to leave just as soon as the colors begin to fade |
I’ll run away before lying to you becomes natural |
What I had in mind was |
What you held against me Give me the keys and I’ll drive you insane |
Take apart your brain if you ever loved me Never satisfied |
Or just never coming back |
(Stay away from me) |
No, prep him for the ghost |
Let him see the ghost |
(Stay away from me) |
Let it in and come to terms with what would have, could have been |
(Stay away from me) |
Prep him for the weight |
Let him see the fate |
(Stay away from me) |
Fracturing relationships |
And isolation |
Do you wanna get mad about. |
All your feelings won’t change the world |
Do you wanna get mad about. |
Saying nothing, being nothing, be with someone else |
I’ll have to leave just as soon as the colors begin to fade |
I’ll run away before lying to you becomes natural |
What I had in mind was |
What you held against me Give me the keys and I’ll drive you insane |
Take apart your brain if you ever loved me Never satisfied |
Or just never coming back |
(Stay away from me) |
No, prep him for the ghost |
Let him see the ghost |
(Stay away from me) |
Let it in and come to terms with what would have, could have been |
(Stay away from me) |
Prep him for the weight |
Let him see the fate |
(Stay away from me) |
Fracturing relationships |
And isolation |
Before you decide that this is dated |
Take me out of the equation |
What was it that you most hated? |
All the time that you spent waiting |
When the stomach becomes the mouth and its spewing all its garbage out |
To think before speaking would prevent you from the point your making |
When the stomach becomes the mouth and its spewing all its garbage out |
To think before speaking would prevent you from the point your making |
The slew of trails towards destiny, the perfect day to quit |
The slew of trails in reverie, bite my crooked shape |