Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lunatic, artist - Dyonisis. Album song Intoxicated, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 28.05.2010
Record label: Singed
Song language: English
Lunatic |
Stones cry to me |
And sunshine screws me up |
But I’d rather up to down here |
We’re chained upon the ground, dear |
I’m not free |
But I can see the stars |
But |
Revolving on their own |
Can’t see you suffer |
Rather like the light that leads to sunburn |
I’ll side with the moon |
Laughing with the lunatics on earth |
I might be clothed in sin |
But I’m more than the sum of the scars upon my skin |
Seas cry to me |
And sunshine screws me up |
But I’d rather up to down here |
We’re chained upon the ground, dear |
I’m not free |
But I can see the stars |
But |
Revolving on their own |
Can’t see you suffer |
Rather like the light that leads to sunburn |
I’ll side with the moon |
Laughing with the lunatics on earth |
I might be clothed in sin |
But I’m more than the sum of the scars upon my skin |
I am more than the hurt of the words within my head |
I am more than the size of the colours in my mind |
I am more than the screams of the shadows in my dreams |
I am more than the sum of the scars upon my skin |
Or the hurt within my head |
Or the colours in my mind |
Or the screams within my dreams |
Or the scars upon my skin |
You’re more than the lies that you hide inside yourself |
We are more than the truths used as weapons when we tell |
& we are more than the tone of the language on our lips |
& we are more than the who with which we choose to share our hips |
& we are more than the nights with the lovers we have lost |
& we are more than the years full of memories best forgot |
& we are more than the hate when they tell us what to think |
& we are more than the brand of the poisons that we drink |
& we are more than the shade of the clothing that we wear |
We are more than the act of pretending we don’t care |
& we are more than the trust lost from promises we break |
& we are more than the guilt over mistakes we all make |
& we are more than the ways in which we choose to close our hearts |
We are more than the sum of our many splintered parts |
…and we amor |