Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche', artist - Escape The Fate. Album song Dying Is Your Latest Fashion, in the genre Пост-хардкор
Date of issue: 02.10.2006
Record label: Epitaph
Song language: English
Not Good Enough For Truth In Cliche' |
From my enemies of the last five years, what’s it like to die alone? |
How does it feel when tears freeze, when you cry? |
The blood in your veins is twenty below. |
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, |
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, |
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, |
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. |
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, |
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, |
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, |
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. |
Something I cannot forget. |
So for now, take this down a notch, |
Crash my car through your window, |
Make sure you’re still alive, |
Just in time to kill you. |
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, |
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, |
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, |
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. |
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, |
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, |
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, |
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. |
Something I cannot forget. |
I can’t take this (take) anymore |
I can’t take this (take) anymore |
I cannot feel what you’ve done to me, |
What you’ve done to me. |
I can’t take this (take) anymore |
I can’t take this (take) anymore |
So for now, take this down a notch, |
Crash my car through your window, (window). |
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, |
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, |
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, |
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. |
Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette, |
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet, |
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette, |
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget. |
Something I Cannot Forget. |