Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Repeater, artist - Replacire. Album song Do Not Deviate, in the genre
Date of issue: 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 |