Bed of Sins
Crawling through the depths again
With my mind slowly turning against me
I never really stopped to find
If there's a way back from feeling this empty
Can I even find a reason why
Why my thoughts sound like ones from my enemies?
Well, I guess I'll have to block them out
And try and live in the now
And not my memories
Compulsive thoughts try to terrorise my brain
Erratic blood
Coursing through my veins
I feel like I've been made to suffer
For all your sins
Leading me further down your lane
And when I try to breathe some colour
Through anything
You think in black and white again
Outside of these paper walls
The world falls down around me
I can't lose all control
And be exposed for all of my shortcomings
Breathe deep and find a release
To prevent this doubt from spiralling
Knees weak from the thought of relief
But my mind still carries on conspiring
Will it ever come to a fucking end?
I feel like I've been made to suffer
For all your sins
Leading me further down your lane
And when I try to breathe some colour
Through anything
You think in black and white again
I hear your silent words
And see the guilt that lays upon them
But I fear you will always stay the same
(Daydreaming, all I do is think about the end and not the meaning or how to get to it)
Daydreaming
All I do is think about the end and not the meaning
Or how I get to it
Daydreaming
All I do is think about the end and not the meaning
Or how i
Get to it
You can't expect me not to be afraid
Hollow battered blue
I'm on the floor and looking up for grace
I won't expect you to change your ways
Lying condescending you will dig yourself a shallow fucking
Grave
You will never change your ways
I feel like I've been made to suffer
For all your sins
Leading me further down your lane
And when I try to breathe some colour
Through anything
You think in black and white again
I feel like I've been made to suffer
Leading me further down your lane
And when I try to breathe some colour
You think in black and white again
I won't expect you to change your ways
Lying condescending you will dig yourself a shallow fucking
With my mind slowly turning against me
I never really stopped to find
If there's a way back from feeling this empty
Can I even find a reason why
Why my thoughts sound like ones from my enemies?
Well, I guess I'll have to block them out
And try and live in the now
And not my memories
Compulsive thoughts try to terrorise my brain
Erratic blood
Coursing through my veins
I feel like I've been made to suffer
For all your sins
Leading me further down your lane
And when I try to breathe some colour
Through anything
You think in black and white again
Outside of these paper walls
The world falls down around me
I can't lose all control
And be exposed for all of my shortcomings
Breathe deep and find a release
To prevent this doubt from spiralling
Knees weak from the thought of relief
But my mind still carries on conspiring
Will it ever come to a fucking end?
I feel like I've been made to suffer
For all your sins
Leading me further down your lane
And when I try to breathe some colour
Through anything
You think in black and white again
I hear your silent words
And see the guilt that lays upon them
But I fear you will always stay the same
(Daydreaming, all I do is think about the end and not the meaning or how to get to it)
Daydreaming
All I do is think about the end and not the meaning
Or how I get to it
Daydreaming
All I do is think about the end and not the meaning
Or how i
Get to it
You can't expect me not to be afraid
Hollow battered blue
I'm on the floor and looking up for grace
I won't expect you to change your ways
Lying condescending you will dig yourself a shallow fucking
Grave
You will never change your ways
I feel like I've been made to suffer
For all your sins
Leading me further down your lane
And when I try to breathe some colour
Through anything
You think in black and white again
I feel like I've been made to suffer
Leading me further down your lane
And when I try to breathe some colour
You think in black and white again
I won't expect you to change your ways
Lying condescending you will dig yourself a shallow fucking
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Writer(s): Sam Morritt
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