Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stop the Bleeding, artist - Wolves At The Gate. Date of issue: 10.03.2022
Song language: English
Stop the Bleeding |
| (All we do is fight, fight, fight! |
| And there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding, all the bleeding |
| Will we ever strike the heart of the cancer that cuts off our breathing?) |
| Stop the bleeding! |
| I felt your hands as they threated to save |
| But when the pressure comes all you do is enslave |
| I see the pressure coming down, I feel the tension rolling on |
| Open the wounds that you came to cure |
| Open my wounds and steal the love out of my heart |
| All we do is fight, fight, fight! |
| And there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding |
| Will we ever strike the heart of the cancer that cuts off our breathing? |
| Stop the bleeding! |
| I felt your teeth as it’s breaking my skin |
| And as your jaws sink in, I feel my life wearing thin |
| I see the pressure coming down, I feel the tension rolling on |
| Open my wounds as you steal the light from my eyes! |
| Now as you’re soaking in our blood, tell me, where is your cure? |
| All we do is fight, fight, fight! |
| And there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding |
| Will we ever strike the heart of the cancer that cuts off our breathing? |
| We’re bowing to crowns made of gold, blind to the one made of thorns |
| Still we’ve got to hold the line when there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding |
| Stop the bleeding! |
| We’ve felt your calloused hands, they’re threating to save |
| But when the pressure comes |
| You enslave! |
| Now as you’re soaking in our blood, pouring your salt on our open wounds |
| Tell me, where is your cure? |
| Can we even fight this fight when there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding? |
| Following a crown of gold, we will never come close to the healing |
| All we do is fight, fight, fight! |
| And there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding |
| Will we ever strike the heart of the cancer that cuts off our breathing? |
| We’re bowing to crowns made of gold, blind to the one made of thorns |
| Still we’ve got to hold the line when there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding |
| Stop the bleeding! |
| You’re not my cure! |