Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 343 , by - White Fox Society. Song from the album Until We Lose It All, in the genre МеталRelease date: 27.08.2015
Record label: Artery
Song language: English
343 |
| Wait for the sharks in the shallow, let them ravage us |
| The little that we have left, collecting dust |
| Locked in the vaults of our chest |
| No more trust, empty lust |
| No more love, but we’re both fucked up enough. |
| To carry on with clenched fists no direction to point the finger |
| Push our heads to the fucking wall but they never fall they just linger |
| They never fall they just linger |
| Bang my head to the fucking wall |
| Confessions in our last seconds red ink connecting the dots |
| These lies bled us out there should be no more second thoughts |
| We’re not all made to be lovers |
| We’re not all cut out to be saints |
| Our passion stays under covers but our flame cannot be reclaimed |
| It cannot be reclaimed |
| Can’t you recognize the end when you see it? |
| Let go of the memories that give you hope |
| What do I have to do for you to believe in |
| That we’re at the end of this fucking rope. |
| The damage is done we can’t kill the pain |
| The hole we dug to hide our shame |
| Is getting deeper, is getting deeper! |
| Yet we carry on this masquerade |
| These words are daggers that we swallow, spit out the blood |
| Wait for the sharks in the shallow, let them ravage us |
| No more trust, deadly lust |
| No more love, we’re both fucked |
| How much do I have to persuade |
| For you, to pull, the trigger? |
| How much do I have to persuade |
| For you, to pull, the trigger? |
| We’re not all made to be lovers |
| We’re not all cut out to be saints |
| Our passion stays under covers but our flame cannot be reclaimed |
| It cannot be reclaimed |
| The tears don’t fall anymore |
| Why do we hesitate to cut the chord |
| We’ve took this to far |
| The spell is dead |
| The anchor that held us is around our necks |
| We’ve made our bed on the ocean floor |
| Our backs are broken and our lungs are soar |
| So cut the fucking chord |
| These words are daggers that we swallow, spit out the blood |
| Wait for the sharks in the shallow, let them ravage us |
| No more trust, deadly lust |
| No more love, we’re both fucked |
| How much do I have to persuade |
| For you, to pull, the trigger? |
| How much do I have to persuade |
| For you, to pull, the trigger? |