Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 570, artist - Motionless In White. Album song Graveyard Shift, in the genre
Date of issue: 04.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Roadrunner Records
Song language: English
570 |
GO! |
BLEGH! |
Burn it down, brick by brick. |
Made in 2006 |
Lost and found, losing grip, I needed this |
Question me not, for I gave up everything. |
Forget me not, cause I’ve not forgotten what this means. |
Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one theme left. |
No sign of stopping till my veins rust. |
Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one thing left. |
I fucking know where I came from. |
…And nothing can replace those lessons learned, |
As I stood with my brothers on the side of the road. |
Woah, no longer haunted by the skeletons. |
Woah, no longer haunted by the past. |
For so long, it’s all I’ve known |
I’m crossing over the undertow. |
For so long no one was listening |
Determined to make their deaf ears ring. |
To make their deaf ears ring. |
Miles repeat. |
My worst enemy… is me. |
But then 4 soon became 6 to shatter the canvas |
Handed nothing. |
Loss, pulling the strings |
Outlived the dead trends united by distance |
For so long, it’s all I’ve known |
I’m crossing over the undertow. |
For so long no one was listening |
Determined to make their deaf ears ring. |
I’ve been to hell and back, with no promise of return. |
So I made friends with fire, to keep from getting burned. |
No money, no sleep. |
Dedication |
10 years on the road this is sacred. |
And when I’m facing a wall, I do not quit. |
…Cause if you mean it, you will make it. |
Pulled apart in a world so demanding. |
I’m still here, still standing |
I’ve sweat blood from Stockholm to Scranton |
Still here, still standing. |
You can always rinse the surface, but the stain will remain. |
For so long, it’s all I’ve known |
I’m crossing over the undertow. |
For so long no one was listening |
I did my time. |
You live, you learn, you defy the terms, but this house will be my home. |
Beguiled, betrayed, it’s the price we pay, as trust will be our tomb. |
If you mean it, you’ll make it… |
BLEGH! |