We Forever
Look where I am
(I am)
Look what I've done
(I've done)
Say that you love me
That I finally won
I really fucking did it
(Did it)
I proved you all wrong
(Wrong)
Try to touch my heart.
Can't you feel it?
It's all in this song
You roam my head
Now and then
Stuck at 99 procent
We forever
Is what you said
We forever
Ain't it so sad
In my head, in head
Goes round and round
On repeat
There's no way out
In my head, in head
Goes round and round
On repeat
There's no way out
Woah woah
It's such a fucking tragedy
Woah woah
Praying isn't therapy
Fuck no
I don't wanna die
But there are no more tears left to cry
So what do you do?
When you soul feel chewed
Spit out, dragged out
Across from her home town
In front of everyone, another tragic casualty
A fire in heaven from toxic rationality
But oh well, we'll all be okay
God will forgive us for our sins, right, or will he?
In my head, in head
Goes round and round
On repeat
There's no way out
In my head, in head
Goes round and round
On repeat
There's no way out
Woah woah
It's such a fucking tragedy
Woah woah
Praying isn't therapy
There is such a fine menu of vices tonight
To suppress everything that's on your mind
Pick you poison, make your choice
Die from a heart attack with a blocked nose
Oooooh shit, here we go
Get around this sick circus of a clown who knows
That he's done
No one won
But he fucked it up, ain't life fun?
Woah woah
It's such a fucking tragedy
Woah woah
Praying isn't therapy
(praying isn't therapy)
(praying isn't therapy)
(I am)
Look what I've done
(I've done)
Say that you love me
That I finally won
I really fucking did it
(Did it)
I proved you all wrong
(Wrong)
Try to touch my heart.
Can't you feel it?
It's all in this song
You roam my head
Now and then
Stuck at 99 procent
We forever
Is what you said
We forever
Ain't it so sad
In my head, in head
Goes round and round
On repeat
There's no way out
In my head, in head
Goes round and round
On repeat
There's no way out
Woah woah
It's such a fucking tragedy
Woah woah
Praying isn't therapy
Fuck no
I don't wanna die
But there are no more tears left to cry
So what do you do?
When you soul feel chewed
Spit out, dragged out
Across from her home town
In front of everyone, another tragic casualty
A fire in heaven from toxic rationality
But oh well, we'll all be okay
God will forgive us for our sins, right, or will he?
In my head, in head
Goes round and round
On repeat
There's no way out
In my head, in head
Goes round and round
On repeat
There's no way out
Woah woah
It's such a fucking tragedy
Woah woah
Praying isn't therapy
There is such a fine menu of vices tonight
To suppress everything that's on your mind
Pick you poison, make your choice
Die from a heart attack with a blocked nose
Oooooh shit, here we go
Get around this sick circus of a clown who knows
That he's done
No one won
But he fucked it up, ain't life fun?
Woah woah
It's such a fucking tragedy
Woah woah
Praying isn't therapy
(praying isn't therapy)
(praying isn't therapy)
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Brokke
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.