Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Our Lesions, artist - Street Sects. Album song End Position, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 15.09.2016
Record label: The Flenser
Song language: English
Our Lesions |
Hung beneath the lurid glare of ruined dreams |
Raw conceit dressed in flesh and human heat |
Another broken clock well cleaned |
A future of self prescribed irrelevance |
The color of debt and subjugation |
Hard time |
A bottomless well of wishes unfulfilled |
A semi-erect, neglected pawn |
Living in guilt, regret and negligence |
Dying face down on a soiled mattress |
Same four grey walls |
Spinning |
Do we seem miserable? |
How should we feel? |
When their fat hands |
Keep reaching out to take what’s ours |
They want us to like it |
Our black hole |
Settle in and get sucked down |
Celebrate our decline |
With closed eyes |
Suspicion and fear decide our moral code |
While faith in ourselves flickers out |
Assuming the worst is always preferable |
To giving the benefit of doubt |
The devil we know, the devil in our hearts |
The lover we hide from all our friends |
The secret we keep until our dying hour |
The terminal hope that we refuse to let go of… |
That there is more |
Beyond death |
There is love |
But the pain just gets worse as you age |
You’d better get used to its claim |
On your dwindling remainder of days |
You’ll put a face to the name |
Of the phantom that drove you insane |
She waits patiently to take you away |
But every once in a while |
The list of mistakes you’ve compiled |
Seems irrelevant and slips from your mind |
And in those moments the weight |
Holding you down shifts away |
And with the pressure removed you can |
Almost see who you thought you would be |
Far removed from the body and mind |
You reluctantly still occupy |