Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eddie Would Be Proud, artist - The Paramedic. Album song Smoke & Mirrors, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 22.10.2012
Record label: Bullet Tooth
Song language: English
Eddie Would Be Proud |
No! |
Oh Dear God, No! |
Fuck |
There’s some that may think I’ve gone mad |
I swear you couldn’t be more wrong |
With such an evil, that he had |
I knew this couldn’t be prolonged |
I felt it look into my soul |
I watched him take in his last breath |
This day, I take on a new role |
This is the day I become death |
This gift can’t be a curse |
It’s time, now rise, rebel |
I’ve heard the heavens and the earth |
I’ve heard many things in hell |
I know it’s me he haunts |
Did I choose this out of greed? |
This is no longer a want |
This has become a need |
How could I sleep at night with so much blood on my hands? |
It’s only cause I’ve known this was always my plan |
I’ve held my tongue now, and I’ve held it well |
But there’s a secret that I just can’t keep |
These walls hold a story that I dare not tell |
Skeletons not meant for closets lay buried beneath my feet |
This can’t be right it’s all in my head |
I swear to God it’s still beating |
It is the beating of his hideous heart |
I always knew that it would come to this |
All I’ve done here is created art |
He’ll never know his ignorance was my bliss |
I hear it beating |
I hear it beating |
I hear it beating |
It is the beating of his hideous heart |
Harbor your thoughts please, and halt your lungs |
For they can’t ever know |
They must never know what we have done |
I’ve held my tongue now, and I’ve held it well |
But there’s a secret that I just can’t keep |
These walls hold a story that I dare not tell |
Skeletons not meant for closets lay buried beneath my feet |
Stay hidden from your conscience |
I dare not speak a word |
I hold my thoughts to myself, lest my desires be heard |
But I’ve delved way too far into my own mind |
And I no longer fear what I know I’ll find |
I’ve held my tongue now, and I’ve held it well |
But there’s a secret that I just can’t keep |
These walls hold a story that I dare not tell |
Skeletons not meant for closets lay buried beneath my feet |