Family Dinner at 6
GO!
You've let me down, like a another broken hero
That stopped to guard over the ones he should protect
You're this dying branch, just about to break apart
Before it carries the infection into the vital parts
Your obligations have become so futile
As you thought you'd find salvation
At the bottom of this jar
Fuck no
You've drained my hope with every sip you took
Instead of fighting for renaissance
You took the chards and cut the cord
You've set my life on fire, then you turned into a ghost
Still I'm crawling through the ashes of this place
I once called my home
Memories of brigther days running through my fingers like the sand
From a broken hour glass
Will I ever get the chance to pay you back for what you've done?
Will I ever have the guts to set things straight?
Can you hear her desperate cries as she's trying to construct
A better place out of this mess?
A better place out of this mess?
She has learned to cope, to seal the holes,
Contain your remnants, regain control
Still I'm crawling through the ashes of this place
I once called my home
Memories of brigther days running through my fingers like the sand
From a broken hour glass
Will I ever get the chance to pay you back for what you've done?
Will I ever have the guts to set things straight?
You've let me down, like a another broken hero
That stopped to guard over the ones he should protect
You're this dying branch, just about to break apart
Before it carries the infection into the vital parts
Your obligations have become so futile
As you thought you'd find salvation
At the bottom of this jar
Fuck no
You've drained my hope with every sip you took
Instead of fighting for renaissance
You took the chards and cut the cord
You've set my life on fire, then you turned into a ghost
Still I'm crawling through the ashes of this place
I once called my home
Memories of brigther days running through my fingers like the sand
From a broken hour glass
Will I ever get the chance to pay you back for what you've done?
Will I ever have the guts to set things straight?
Can you hear her desperate cries as she's trying to construct
A better place out of this mess?
A better place out of this mess?
She has learned to cope, to seal the holes,
Contain your remnants, regain control
Still I'm crawling through the ashes of this place
I once called my home
Memories of brigther days running through my fingers like the sand
From a broken hour glass
Will I ever get the chance to pay you back for what you've done?
Will I ever have the guts to set things straight?
Credits
Writer(s): Bernd Wittefeld, Christopher Neun, Lukas Weyland, Thomas Backes
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