Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Falling Idle, artist - The Weight Of Atlas. Date of issue: 11.10.2014
Song language: English
My Falling Idle |
| I only wish I could be half as pure as you, |
| But the devil inside is craving too much and |
| It’s only getting worse, all I see are demons hiding behind human skin |
| Holding up faces pretending we’re just like them, |
| Help me burn them |
| Burn all these demons, |
| I will guide you to the promised land |
| I lost my beliefs as a child when I couldn’t find a single joy in my life, |
| But now I’m gifted with sight |
| Set I cannot find faith in all my strife |
| I can’t let them see me for who I really am, |
| My hopes are drowning where are my false prophets now? |
| I’m not afraid to brave these frozen winds claws trembling. |
| Why can’t I be just like them? |
| It’s only getting worse. |
| All I see are demons hiding behind human skin |
| Holding up faces pretending we’re just like them |
| Help me burn them |
| Burn all these demons. |
| I will guide you to the promised land. |
| I talked to god and I said I need a way to save all my friends, |
| When he replied he made his demands |
| Worship me Worship no other man. |
| Give me your life |
| Give me all you can. |
| So I knelt before a god who was fake bowed my head and started to pray |
| (It's only getting worse) |
| All I see are demons hiding behind human skin. |
| Holding up faces pretending we’re just like them |
| Help me burn them |
| Burn all these demons. |
| I will guide you to the promised land |
| Tonight we make, a sweet embrace. |
| Call out in distress for those who pray. |
| Tonight we may just lose our faith, |
| Call out in distress for those who pray. |
| I have abandon my faith, |
| All that you’ve left is a disciple of hate. |
| I can’t take this distain |
| That I have for this race. |
| Tonight we make, a sweet embrace |
| Call out in distress for those who pray. |
| Tonight we may, just lose our faith. |
| Call out in distress to those who pray |
| Tonight we make, a sweet embrace |
| Call out in distress for those who pray. |
| Tonight we may, just lose our faith. |
| Call out in distress to those who pray. |