Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Brixton , by - Zebrahead. Song from the album Phoenix, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 08.10.2009
Record label: MFZB
Song language: English
Brixton |
| Started off as I fall in a ball of flame |
| Burning out on your sentiment |
| It’s all in vain |
| Shot your 44 caliber |
| Words with aim |
| You mighta killed the heart but you left the brain |
| Devastated and I hate it see your eyes are insane |
| Gray and dissipate buiolding just like rust on a chain drained |
| Dislocated echo in the things you say |
| You might have killed the heart but you left the brain |
| (Your words are making me sick) |
| No more lies |
| (Enough with your rhetoric) |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| What do you got to hide? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| You’re dead inside |
| What a wonderful lie |
| Don’t you feel alive? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| What do ya got to hide? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| You’re dead inside |
| What a wonderful lie |
| Don’t you feel alive? |
| Cut away |
| Cut it all away now |
| Cut away |
| Cut it all away now |
| Cut away |
| Cut it all away now |
| Cut me off |
| At the pass, as OI hydroplane |
| Crashing down from your promises, all were fake |
| Shot your 44 caliber |
| Words with aim |
| You mighta killed the heart but you left the brain |
| Formulated and I’m fated to withstand the pain |
| Wave of generated conscience from the edge of a blade |
| Feigned and fabricated echo in the things you say |
| You might have killed the heart but you left the brain |
| (Your words are making me sick) |
| No more lies |
| (Enough with your rhetoric) |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| What do you got to hide? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| You’re dead inside |
| What a wonderful lie |
| Don’t you feel alive? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| What do ya got to hide? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| You’re dead inside |
| What a wonderful lie |
| Don’t you feel alive? |
| Switch all the lights off |
| Tell me what you want from me |
| Take my time and my energy (energy) |
| Turning you heart off |
| Come about so easily |
| It’s not enough |
| But it’s plenty (it's plenty) |
| Bleed in the black out |
| You said you’d be there for me |
| Now you’re gone and we’re history (history) |
| Screaming you lungs out |
| Say you want what’s best for me |
| Give it up |
| You abandoned me |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| What do you got to hide? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| You’re dead inside |
| What a wonderful lie |
| Don’t you feel alive? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| What do ya got to hide? |
| (Whoa-oh) |
| You’re dead inside |
| What a wonderful lie |
| Don’t you feel alive? |
| Cut away |
| Cut it all away now |
| Cut away |
| Cut it all away now |
| Cut away |
| Cut it all away now |