Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nooses (On The Looses) , by - Sycamour. Song from the album Obscure: La Deuxième, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 07.04.2014
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
Nooses (On The Looses) |
| Fucking sky |
| I’m not a killer but I don’t need this |
| What the hell were you thinking? |
| I get a feeling the world won’t miss you at all |
| I have seen the death you bring |
| With your blatant refusal to listen |
| Keep your head on the fucking ground |
| I’m no killer but I won’t miss you at all |
| I won’t miss you at all |
| I won’t miss you |
| So run, run |
| Into this desert that you’ve been creating |
| And lacing with corpses |
| Cry, cry |
| Empty your eyes of the souls lost on violence |
| That you’ve been endorsing |
| Don’t try to hide, I know just who you are |
| The shame is the same if you look away |
| Don’t try to hide, I know just who you are |
| I know you cry for each strike of the line |
| I don’t feel different, I feel the same |
| Think of all the selfish games you play |
| Karma’s coming back as a razor blade |
| On top of the evil and the ace of spades |
| Time machine’s built and things have changed |
| From the top to the bottom be engulfed in flames |
| Rebels will revolt again |
| And the beast from the east will grow its fangs |
| See after life, you’ll be alright in the afterlife |
| And you’ll eat from the fork of the pastor’s wife |
| All the whips and the chains you bring |
| Will be the same ones that will break you down |
| Lions will strike, you’ll hear them roar |
| Laying on your back and the birds will soar |
| All you’ll see is the sky and roses grow from the tears you cry |
| So beauty’s in the death of the wicked |
| And it seems like it’s coming as depicted |
| Sad with the curse you were given |
| But I smile as my eyes bear witness to the end |
| I cannot be the only one |
| Who perpetually sees an issue |
| With the way that we behave |
| In civilized society |
| You’re alive today, but this is not the way |
| Hold your hands in the fucking sky |
| I’m not a killer but my peace of mind |
| Relies on all these eyes |
| Telling me they approve of my life |
| I have seen the death you bring |
| With your blatant refusal to see |
| Jump the ledge to the fucking ground |
| I’m not a killer but I won’t miss you at all |
| So run, run |
| Into this desert that you’ve been creating |
| And lacing with corpses |
| Cry, cry |
| Empty your eyes of the souls lost on violence |
| That you’ve been endorsing |
| Don’t try to hide; |
| I know just who you are |
| The shame is the same if you look away |
| Don’t try to hide; |
| I know just who you are |
| I know you cry for each strike of the line |
| I won’t miss you at all |
| I won’t miss you |