Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leaves of Three, artist - Soilent Green. Album song Confrontation, in the genre
Date of issue: 18.07.2005
Record label: Relapse
Song language: English
Leaves of Three |
Granted this death wish |
The second time you fell in love |
Coward Style |
For this hopeless romance |
Two dead birds and no stones thrown yet |
A tale to tell of lost innocence |
Diverse respect for nothing |
Weaker of two wrongs |
The battle of these lost words |
Skip in your heartbeat |
Possessing nil compassion |
Not wanting this stress |
Settle for unhappiness |
Crossing my fingers again |
Restless nights of questions |
Owning your every thought |
Curled up like a new born |
Makes tomorrow all right |
This siege of personal conflict |
Selfishness at this point saves you |
Numerous days spent locked up |
End of needing this tender touch |
This life that care forgot |
Darkest eyes of my blank thought |
Bipolar controversies of being alone |
Exhausting the purpose of failure |
While I am down you better kick me |
Falling face down in confusion |
Hand held suicide |
A bastard trade for the extinction of love |
A yellow comparison in a fragile state of mind |
Worst of days as this smile shatters in your mouth |
My neck cut open for words of forgiveness |
Silence in fearless words |
Great burden of pure self restraint |
Window to the safe house, locked heart gate |
Cradling a concept that that denies this adore |
The true story of care based on lies |
Fool no more |
Force the mind |
All is lost for this outcast |
Curse of life |
All of this a force of painless |
Lost hope inside |
Persist in logic |
Escape this barrier of conflict |
Soaring on stolen wings |
Born from another’s grace |
Plent of advice half our lives |
Youth denied ironic praise |
Tainted objective, lust in the end |
Silence the chamber, one last hope |
Time is the only one to forget these wounds |
Compliment this vain romance |
This is the last feeling the past that you would expect to come back |
Empty love note with blank anger |
This place you bury your dreams when they’re dead |