Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brakes, artist - Sycamour. Album song Indulgence: A Saga of Lights, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 01.09.2014
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Brakes |
Goddamit, Imma sucka for bright eyes |
Cherry lips leave me in awe |
What I’d give to brush that hair behind her ear |
«Now, I want you so bad» |
And that’s his gaping flaw; |
A Break in guard. |
Wide enough for me to slip my blade inside; |
Into his heart. |
A blackened hole. |
Through jaded cartilage; |
a gaping smile. |
Well the cocaine, and the nose bleeds; |
Will be the knife that bled you dry. |
All the poison; |
what you’ve stolen: |
Will be returned a thousand times: |
Before you even close your eyes. |
Our name engraved into your hide. |
Slow down. |
Boy, I think you need to: Hold on. |
Turn it down. |
Tame it up. |
Wet like a new born babe: |
Teach me. |
How do you keep so shameless? |
Baby, you still bleed like me. |
I’ll teach you how to be afraid. |
I swear that it’s all mostly painless. |
Baby, you’re not invincible. |
Now bottle it up. |
Bottle it up baby. |
And breathe out. |
If you’re still seeing red. |
Just bottle it up, bottle it up buddy. |
We’ll see about that luck you keep in hand. |
Sanctuary in my bed. |
I’m coming for your head. |
A bad man with a serpent’s tongue n' a silver spoon; |
He’s choking on. |
I can see you shakin' |
Get up. |
And face me like a man. |
Show me these hands that strangle life from kids. |
Alcohol and orphan tears. |
Dead hearts and stolen years. |
In the sweatshops fingers blistered to the bone. |
In the brothels, broken. |
You’ve broken the hope: |
Of a thousand, a thousand crying eyes. |
I’ll make a fountain; |
I’ll make a fountain out of you. |
Ba-ba-ba-ba-dah. |
Now, you know this ain’t what you want. |