Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song We're In Hell , by - Sycamour. Song from the album Indulgence: A Saga of Lights, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 01.09.2014
Record label: Hopeless
Song language: English
We're In Hell |
| I apologize for anything I ever did to try to help |
| Two lines to suicides to hell, |
| I’m never real. |
| The difference is never clear. |
| They never feel. |
| Too insignificant to hear. |
| I’m never real. |
| The difference is never clear. |
| They never feel. |
| Too insignificant to hear. |
| I wanna know. |
| I wanna know your name. |
| Hey Cinderella, I can tell |
| You’re waiting on a fairy tale. |
| Blur out your dreams with cigarettes |
| And cheap mascara; |
| make it sell. |
| (Whoa) |
| Nobody wants to be a rose. |
| I’m being eaten from the inside. |
| Some must be destined to die. |
| At least I tried. |
| It’s getting harder not to blame god. |
| I used to dream of starlight now I’m |
| Staring up through the smoke stacks, |
| All I see is black. |
| I’m the sorriest scream on a dead note. |
| I’m so sorry I never met you |
| Hey Cinderella, I can tell |
| You’re waiting on a fairy tale. |
| Blur out your dreams with cigarettes |
| And cheap mascara; |
| make it sell. |
| (Whoa) |
| Nobody wants to be a rose. |
| Your superstitions keep a fissure |
| Between your brain and |
| Your mind; |
| take the time to get it arranged. |
| Yeah, you’ll forget my name. |
| We’ll never be the same. |
| Another missing, another did in, another day. |
| Nothing but trouble, just brush it |
| Under the rug this way. |
| There’s gotta be a better way |
| I’ve walked through valleys of death |
| I’ve waded in seas of decay |
| There’s gotta be a better |
| State of mind to perpetuate. |
| Awake, I’m breaking down. |
| My kids will wake up in the sun. |
| I’m the sorriest scream on a dead note |
| I’m so sorry I never met you |
| I wanna know. |
| I wanna know your name. |
| I wanna know. |
| I wanna know… |
| Hey Cinderella, I can tell you’re |
| Living in a fairy tale. |
| Pack up your dreams in cardboard boxes, |
| Stamp it, lock it, get the hell out. |
| Nobody wants to be a rose. |
| Nobody wants to be a fucking rose! |
| Hey Cinderella, I can tell |
| You’re waiting on a fairy tale. |
| Blur out your dreams with cigarettes |
| And cheap mascara; |
| make it sell. |
| (Whoa) |
| Nobody, nobody |
| Nobody wants to be a rose. |
| Nobody, nobody |
| Nobody wants to be a rose. |
| Your superstitions keep a fissure |
| Between your brain and |
| Your mind; |
| take the time to get it arranged. |
| Yeah, you’ll forget my name. |
| We’ll never be the same. |
| Another missing, another did in, another day. |
| Nothing but trouble, just brush it |
| Under the rug this way. |
| Forget my name. |
| We’ll never be the same. |