Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Steps Back , by - Hotel Books. Song from the album Run Wild, Young Beauty, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 06.04.2015
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Two Steps Back , by - Hotel Books. Song from the album Run Wild, Young Beauty, in the genre АльтернативаTwo 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. |
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