Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Amnesia, artist - Kill the Vultures. Date of issue: 22.10.2015
Song language: English
Amnesia |
| Behind the curtains are closed doors |
| Half truths and cold floors |
| I got my backbone |
| Sorry you sold yours |
| Untold wars burn in our sleep |
| Surrender to silence and the turn of the key |
| Learning to speak the tongue |
| Of looking busy when the preacher come |
| Never learned the manuscript |
| Proper but i could teach you some |
| Two doors in front of you |
| Don’t settle for either one |
| Son of a gun or another believer’s son |
| Inhale dust particles flipping through old articles |
| Trying to find the source of where it started |
| From its hard to know |
| I know conviction is a lost cause carved in stone |
| Still remembers dull blades long after the scars are gone |
| Pulled the plug but the motor’s still running |
| It ain’t over till something stops the overkill coming |
| The colder chill hunts me |
| I’m not in good company |
| The wallpaper’s dizzy and the paranoia’s unleashed |
| Runs free |
| Runs wild like god’s son’s bastard child |
| Living on the stoop with cheap beer and black & milds |
| Pass the vile |
| I wouldn’t mind forgetting some |
| For getting high, forgetting dumb |
| Whichever one is quicker, son |
| Ridiculous |
| It’s only neckties and hypocrites |
| Reading from a book and drinking fake blood it was written with |
| Splitting hairs |
| Splitting families and splitting lips |
| Get in bed with them and spread the politicians |
| Amnesia, now you’re a believer |
| But the drugs won’t save you and the church won’t either |
| Amnesia |
| Now you’re a believer |
| Hands up, face down |
| You know the procedure |
| Amnesia |
| Now you’re a believer |
| But the drugs won’t save won’t save you |
| And the church won’t either |
| Amnesia |
| Now you’re a believer |
| Hands up, face down |
| You know the procedure |
| What you running from |
| It’s standing there, must be fate |
| Might as well look your demon in it’s ugly face |
| Go ahead and try to turn it into something safe |
| Until you realize you brushing your teeth with a rusty blade |
| Let’s escape through the unified solitude |
| Humanize the bottle, too |
| And pray nobody follows you |
| Cover your tracks well |
| Holler if you catch hell |
| If i’m not there in time i didn’t know you that well |
| No pressure, hold tight |
| No pressure |
| Don’t look down |
| Don’t look back, they’ll get 'cha |
| Bet your bottom buck |
| Cool and cordial is not enough |
| They went to tip their wine glass bottoms up and got ‘em stuck |
| Must be dipping out your own supply |
| Living life in one gear: over drive, no surprise |
| Here’s a blessing to the frozen sky |
| Let us see just one more sunset it’s closing eyes |
| I broke the bottle that’s buried inside my pigment |
| The pigment is just a color that colors all of my vision |
| I seen it clear enough for the both of us |
| I’m bout to fill your sober cup so maybe you can open up |
| Open up a little more |
| Put it on the killing floor |
| And you can fight your civil war |
| That’s not a riddle or simile, metaphor |
| It’s just the goddamn truth that you must need a symbol for |
| Amnesia |
| Now you’re a believer |
| But the drugs won’t save you and the church won’t either |
| Amnesia |
| Now you’re a believer |
| Hands up, face down |
| You know the procedure |
| Amnesia |
| Now you’re a believer |
| But the drugs won’t save won’t save you |
| And Jesus don’t need ya |
| Amnesia |
| Now you’re a believer |
| Hands up, face down |
| You know the procedure |