Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living For Life, artist - Suicidal Tendencies. Album song World Gone Mad, in the genre
Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Suicidal
Song language: English
Living For Life |
I’m here to tell you once again |
This is the beginning of the end |
Sacrificial emotions that torture the mind |
Spiritual delusions that lead the blind |
Questioning the motives of those that forsake |
Adding kerosene to the souls that ache |
I’m just a messenger my friend |
I can not stop what you can’t end |
Living for life! |
And now I’m back here once more facing up with what I despise |
Face to face |
But when you stand up strong and don’t give in oh what a rise! |
You can’t get back what you waste away while you think that life ain’t |
Fair… Life ain’t fair! |
Cause the seconds, minutes, hours, days, years they don’t really care |
They don’t care! |
Oh! |
The tears and all the sweat |
Oh! |
That pain you’ll never forget |
Oh! |
The doubt that rips you apart |
But oh! |
The sweetness of each pulse of the heart |
It’s a fight 'till the end |
We’ll keep that fight 'till the end |
They’ll be a fight 'till the end |
It’s our fight to the end… Living for life! |
I get so pissed, and sick, and tired, of all the lies |
Sick of the lies! |
But when you face the truth and battle on… oh what a rise! |
So when you’re down so low and can’t find the strength to get back up |
Get up! |
We’ll be there in spirit screaming «yo get your fuck’n ass up!» |
Get your ass up! |
Oh! |
The screams and all the cries |
Oh! |
The shame and all of the lies |
Oh! |
The little things that tear us apart |
But oh! |
The sweetness of each pulse of the heart |
But now we’re living to live… Live your life! |
Oh how we’re living to live… Living for life! |
How we’re living to live… Live your life! |
Now we’re living to live… Living for life! |
When life gets hard, then hard is what you need to be |
Cause there’s nothing wrong with going toe to toe with reality |
There’s nothing more painful than the ending of the end |
They’ll be no more warnings ever again |
No more avoidance or looking back |
Just the tortured remains of a brutal attack |
Sadness was all you were trained to find |
Brutally tortured by your own mind |
You killed the messengers my friend |
But that never kills the pain within |