Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Griever, artist - Kingdom of Giants. Album song Every Wave of Sound, in the genre Date of issue: 24.06.2013
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Griever |
| I never used to dream like this |
| (Sifting through the sand) |
| Searching for something worth keeping |
| (Something to believe in) |
| I never lie awake at night |
| (Staring at the ceiling) |
| For the answers I’m seeking |
| Is anybody listening?! |
| I hear you knocking at my door, but I’m not ready (not ready!) |
| I sense you glaring down my back |
| I feel the hairs are standing on my neck |
| I’m not afraid of you, is that all you’ve got? |
| I’ve, been through it all |
| You’ve taken my father and brother and left my whole family alone |
| Stronger we grow, closer together, yet so far apart! |
| Standing face to face with darkness! |
| I can see it in your eyes |
| And as much as you hate to admit it! |
| I will live another night |
| If it weren’t for the mistakes I’ve made along the way |
| I wouldn’t be where I am today |
| I look to the decisions set in place |
| To shape the character of the future me |
| While others put their hopes on a shelf |
| And let their lives be controlled by someone else |
| I stand tall |
| (And I believe in myself!) |
| You know me well enough by now |
| I believe in myself! |
| Look at what you’ve started, over my dead body |
| Will I ever let you haunt me again?! |
| I know that I am far from perfect |
| But this pain should prove I’m worth it |
| With all these choices, what brought you here to me? |
| I’ve learned so much, and I have lived too little |
| What makes you think that you will take this from me? |
| I never used to dream like this |
| (Sifting through the sand) |
| Searching for something worth keeping |
| (Something to believe in) |
| I never lie awake at night |
| (Staring at the ceiling) |
| For the answers I’m seeking |
| Is anybody listening?! |
| I’m done waiting in line for my life to fall in place |
| Afraid to close my eyes |
| So death will have no chance to show his face |
| He’ll have no chance to show his face |
| I’ll be the one to dig my grave |
| But only when I’m ready |
| I’ll be the one to dig my grave! |
| So come, at me now! |
| With everything that you’ve got |
| I’ll be, waiting here, with one arm behind my back |