Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cold Repeater , by - Replacire. Song from the album Do Not Deviate, in the genre Release date: 16.03.2017
Record label: Season of Mist
Song language: English
Cold Repeater |
| Resource |
| Precision |
| There is nothing in the glove when the sun shakes |
| Hypochondriac love |
| Steeds are returning fast |
| Look far but show up last |
| Who is the practicer? |
| Recharge the option |
| Die for yourself |
| For yourself |
| For yourself |
| For yourself |
| For yourself |
| For yourself |
| For yourself |
| In the wake of nothing |
| In the next deep cut |
| Falling out of skin drops |
| The edge is blunt |
| Future ornamental, plastic lullabies |
| It’s the concrete texture that’s never dry |
| What you’ve barely written upon your sleeve |
| What you hold beside you, still it pleas |
| Many a death have we played chess on boiling floors |
| Who’s the witness? |
| Let him birth us once more |
| Reeks of commitment |
| Wrench in the receiver’s plan |
| Pulling the black recoil |
| Substance containment |
| Drink |
| Atrophy |
| Atrophy |
| Atrophy |
| Uphill bleed |
| Uphill bleed |
| Uphill bleed |
| Uphill bleed |
| Upside down cracked stone |
| Never reborn, we consolidate crusted nightmares |
| For the ones that we remember |
| For the bastards we have fathered |
| Prosthetic ocean of salty sighs |
| Gods have delusions even without eyes |
| Flip creation over, stab it once or twice |
| Laughing through the exit |
| Crying’s not nice |
| Trash stained whirlpool |
| Glass brained girl |
| Look behind you, Cold Repeater |
| Where’s your instinct? |
| The cryptic feeling of life is upon the steps that lead to available fear |
| Breaking every mirror, still pretending to care |
| Are you certain your hands are new? |
| Immortal bodies are few |
| Desolation, it stinks of man |
| Creep around the filter |
| Awaken to something |
| Harvest |
| Draining every source |
| Sanguine windows |
| Something old approaches |
| Creases form in metal walls |
| We can’t wait for hatred to crawl inside you |
| Coughed up riddle seized by dying words |
| Protruding guilt finds the next world |
| Flung up shuttle hacked by the absurd |
| Misunderstood spine in the dirt |
| For what it’s worth, you felt the hurt |
| Look behind you, Cold Repeater |
| Where’s your instinct? |
| You should feed it |
| Look behind you, Cold Repeater |
| Where’s your instinct? |
| You might need it |