Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Panic!, artist - The Briggs. Album song Self-Titled, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 13.04.2015
Record label: This Is LA
Song language: English
Panic! |
| I made it out of the maze |
| I cleared the smoke and the mirrors away |
| All that remains is the honest truth |
| but it’s the same mistake |
| That I made last week |
| fell back in the trap |
| Every breath I breathe |
| barely makes it past my teeth |
| 'cause these same vises occupy my mind |
| And I opened up the cage to find |
| that the beast locked inside |
| didn’t want to be saved |
| Panic makes all of my decisions for me |
| No rational thought just a quick jerk of the knee |
| I am alive |
| Despite my pain and strife |
| My salvation lies in every note |
| Sent from my heart straight to my throat |
| I bleed for my anger |
| I hold onto my youth |
| till my hands shake from this white knuckle grip |
| But I’ve got a gold medal in failure |
| I climb up to the highest block |
| I felt the cold down my spine from their empty accolades |
| And my passion becomes comatose |
| But like these notes these problem won’t |
| resolve themselves |
| Panic makes all of my decisions for me |
| No rational thought just a quick jerk of the knee |
| I am alive |
| Despite my pain and strife |
| My salvation lies in every note |
| Sent from my heart straight to my throat |
| I bleed for my anger |
| I hold onto my youth |
| till my hands shake from this white knuckle grip |
| And my body is sick from this thinking |
| And my body is sick from the drinking |
| Everybody knows what I’m thinking |
| Everybody but me |
| And my body is sick of this thinking |
| And my body is sick from the drinking |
| Everybody knows what I’m thinking |
| Everybody but me |
| and my mind is weak from this sickness |
| Head to toe engulfed in this weakness |
| At least I know that I still have feeling |
| I am alive |
| Despite my pain and strife |
| My salvation lies in every note |
| Sent from my heart straight to my throat |
| I bleed for my anger |
| I hold onto my youth |
| till my hands shake from this white knuckle grip |