Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Common Enemies, artist - Varials. Album song Failure//Control, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 05.11.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Common Enemies |
| What makes you so much better than me? |
| Constantly judged for what I’ve grown to be |
| You find a reason |
| To stand on your own feet |
| And turned yourself into a fucking black sheep |
| I really can not believe it |
| No rhyme or reason |
| No method to fight this |
| Identity crisis |
| Get a grip, living so lifeless |
| Wake the fuck up |
| This is not the American dream |
| I try my best to cut the bull shit out of my life |
| And all you do is push me |
| Farther and farther down |
| What will you do when you’re left out to dry? |
| Standing above you |
| I’ll make sure you know |
| Why I can’t take this shit anymore |
| I’m so sick of it |
| Underneath your calm exposure |
| Is a pitiless fuck just waiting and begging for attention |
| You know you’re full of shit and don’t you fucking forget it |
| There is no heaven above |
| You’re not a victim of fate |
| And every day’s a new step closer |
| To a foot in the grave |
| No hell beneath your feet |
| You just end up in the dirt |
| With no purpose but to end up |
| Six feet deep in the earth |
| Human nature, no complexity |
| Forget about it |
| Your time is up |
| Heart of stone, cold to the touch |
| This is not the American dream |
| This is not the American dream |
| This is not the American dream |
| This is not the American dream |
| One more step forward |
| And two steps back |
| Three chances you threw away |
| And now you won’t get them back |
| Fuck it all |
| No remorse |
| Just let yourself go |
| Let your shitty life take course |
| Fuck it all |
| I fucking hate this nonsense |
| Waste of life |
| You’ll find your consequence |
| I don’t understand who you think you are |
| But you aren’t shit to me |
| You don’t hold a place in anyone’s heart |
| How many years |
| How many years did you waste looking for false friends |
| And material possessions |
| God damn it, no point in my confessing |
| What the fuck |
| Kevyn: |
| Feed your bones |
| To the wolves |
| Of these social norms |
| Drain your blood |
| In the pool of society |
| Peel back your skin |
| Calloused by the American Dream |
| You spent |
| Your whole life pretending |
| You don’t know the difference |