Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Two Steps Back, artist - Hotel Books. Album song Run Wild, Young Beauty, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 06.04.2015
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Two Steps Back |
There is a lesson to learn when someone can crash and burn. |
Are we just waiting for our turn? |
Is there any concern? |
We force-fed our own minds with something that was never mine. |
We do this every time, we do this every time. |
It takes two to make a relationship survive, |
but it only takes one to make it die. |
That’s why I’m here to sever my ties. |
I’m sick of this sickness, with God as my witness, I’m fine. |
Mocking and hating those with the truth. |
Flocking and rating the knot on this noose. |
Are we acting in the name of edginess |
or deep down is this just an act of prejudice? |
Tightening the ropes of understanding and manhandling the stands rambling with |
crowds of widows and orphans |
ready to be fed with nourishment of the body. |
But when we break bread, |
we feed heads. |
We suffocate minds to ignore life and only see the consequences of death. |
Blind sheep can’t use grass and feed as their shepherd. |
We must not let our heart and mind be severed. |
Cause where is the religion in love and the love in religion? |
We’re taught if we want to go to heaven we must keep them mutually exclusive. |
We’re told tradition is the misleading of staggered preaching, |
the seeking of reaping what was sown by the heavy hearts |
and shackled hands of men that we don’t even love but rather see as utility. |
But the progress we seek is not always rooted in love, |
sometimes just rooted in the need to seem unique |
but still similar to the masses when we get on our hands and knees |
to avoid shaping into a windowless view in the first four pews |
as we spew cyclical phrases at an altar to alter the altered state of refuge |
we never saw when we were clung into what we were taught would teach us how to |
pray. |
Is everyone like this? |
No, I doubt it. |
But I can tell you sometimes I am, |
and it makes me sick. |
I used to be scared that I wasn’t sharing love honestly, |
and now I’m not scared at all. |
Now I’m not scared at all. |
And that’s what scares me the most. |
Forgive me, forgive me. |