Lyrics We're In Hell - Sycamour

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.