Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Saw, artist - Orbit Culture. Album song Redfog, in the genre Date of issue: 05.04.2018
Record label: Orbit Culture
Song language: English
Saw |
| The price of existence |
| Our stagnant bodies bound |
| In a time of the living |
| And nothing’s what it’s been |
| I have drowned in this vague world |
| We pretend, but the madness always on deep |
| Inside our sleeping state, where our black thoughts thrive |
| I can’t be, the only one |
| That sees this, that feels the fumes from the motors |
| Delusions starts to eat the world as we know it |
| Can we ever change ourselves, the strange? |
| And in myself I feel that I’m always outside the reality |
| And inside my fragile me lies the truth concealed |
| Hidden deep down in me |
| Failure of resistance |
| Welcome, the wave of rage |
| So far in the distance |
| But so close in our blood and veins |
| I’ll fight this sentence |
| Nothing’s real inside this scope |
| I’ll fight my condition |
| Nothing will ever break or harm, us strange |
| Strange |
| We’re hiding the knifes, scared of what we’ll meet |
| And in myself I feel that I’m always outside the reality |
| And inside my fragile me lies the truth concealed. |
| Hidden deep down in me |
| We’ll face them all |
| We’ll face them all |
| We’ll take it all |
| We’ll take it all |
| How can I be so afraid of living? |
| We’re the ghosts of this world |
| I’m tired of this mess |
| I’m tired of thoughts eating myself from the inside out |
| I’ve waited so long and the only thing I know |
| No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be free |
| But nothing seems to ever unfold |
| At least my sight calms somewhat |
| I’m living this curse and I don’t know what to feel inside me now |
| The filth, the black has almost swallowed me |
| In a time, where the compulsions have start to feast |
| I’ve been drowned by the sickness that’s controlling me |
| In a time where no-one seems to care one bit |
| I can’t be, the only one |
| That sees this, that feels the fumes from the motors |
| Delusions starts to eat the world as we know it |
| Can we ever change ourselves, the strange? |
| Strange |
| We’re hiding the knifes, scared of what we’ll meet |