Song | Only Child |
Artist | 3 |
Album | The Ghost You Gave to Me |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In the war you severed the cord | |
You broke the line | |
You turned an only child | |
But just before you buried the blade | |
Your eyes betrayed | |
The spark of another one | |
Pure at heart | |
Another day our daily bread | |
Another night of the living dead | |
It’s like an ocean upon you | |
So you did what you did | |
And you said what you said | |
Put your pen to the page | |
And a gun to your head | |
Got it all worked out this time | |
Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead | |
Still the footsteps fall | |
In an empty hall | |
The voices echo in your head | |
And through the ashes raining down | |
Your eyes replied | |
They told a sordid tale | |
And when the fires | |
Barreled down the mountain side | |
I saw your senses fail | |
So I painted a word | |
In the dust where I bled | |
Signed the seal of the living dead | |
I’m looking down and upon you | |
So you did what you did | |
And you said what you said | |
Put your pen to the page | |
And a gun to your head | |
Got it all worked out this time | |
Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead | |
Still the footsteps fall | |
In an empty hall | |
The voices echo in your head | |
Oh, but you can’t be sure they’re dead | |
Now I close my eyes | |
As the daylight dies | |
And I drift away | |
What a perfect ghost | |
You are a record skipping | |
On a needle’s eye | |
In a dark refrain | |
Singing, “Nobody knows who you are” | |
Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
In a devil’s rain | |
Footsteps in an empty hall | |
Shadows crawl across the wall | |
You can’t be sure they’re dead | |
And if I go before your time | |
Don’t let ‘em close your mind | |
Don’t watch the flowers fall | |
Never looking back at all | |
(But if I should change before your eyes) | |
Don’t be fooled by my disguise | |
(You were born of my demise) | |
And I’m a willing sacrifice | |
Should you wake before you die | |
Don’t let a day go by | |
Don’t believe a word they say | |
I’ll be back again one day | |
You never know | |
Fallen or in flight | |
Wind moans | |
Deep in the dark of night | |
And by the blue moon light | |
At the angle when it hits me right | |
You can see the choice | |
Here beneath my skin | |
Bright bones | |
Barely keeping the beast within | |
Prick of a pin | |
Let the shift of my shape begin | |
But the barrier is thin | |
I hear the beating of angel wings | |
Somewhere a siren sings | |
You severed your puppet strings | |
And now the justice is blind tonight | |
It’s hard to see wrong from right | |
When you’re looking through | |
The tunnel of a target site | |
What a perfect ghost | |
You are a record skipping | |
On a needle’s eye | |
In a dark refrain | |
Singing, “Nobody knows who you are” | |
Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
In a devil’s rain |
In the war you severed the cord | |
You broke the line | |
You turned an only child | |
But just before you buried the blade | |
Your eyes betrayed | |
The spark of another one | |
Pure at heart | |
Another day our daily bread | |
Another night of the living dead | |
It' s like an ocean upon you | |
So you did what you did | |
And you said what you said | |
Put your pen to the page | |
And a gun to your head | |
Got it all worked out this time | |
Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
Still the footsteps fall | |
In an empty hall | |
The voices echo in your head | |
And through the ashes raining down | |
Your eyes replied | |
They told a sordid tale | |
And when the fires | |
Barreled down the mountain side | |
I saw your senses fail | |
So I painted a word | |
In the dust where I bled | |
Signed the seal of the living dead | |
I' m looking down and upon you | |
So you did what you did | |
And you said what you said | |
Put your pen to the page | |
And a gun to your head | |
Got it all worked out this time | |
Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
Still the footsteps fall | |
In an empty hall | |
The voices echo in your head | |
Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
Now I close my eyes | |
As the daylight dies | |
And I drift away | |
What a perfect ghost | |
You are a record skipping | |
On a needle' s eye | |
In a dark refrain | |
Singing, " Nobody knows who you are" | |
Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
In a devil' s rain | |
Footsteps in an empty hall | |
Shadows crawl across the wall | |
You can' t be sure they' re dead | |
And if I go before your time | |
Don' t let ' em close your mind | |
Don' t watch the flowers fall | |
Never looking back at all | |
But if I should change before your eyes | |
Don' t be fooled by my disguise | |
You were born of my demise | |
And I' m a willing sacrifice | |
Should you wake before you die | |
Don' t let a day go by | |
Don' t believe a word they say | |
I' ll be back again one day | |
You never know | |
Fallen or in flight | |
Wind moans | |
Deep in the dark of night | |
And by the blue moon light | |
At the angle when it hits me right | |
You can see the choice | |
Here beneath my skin | |
Bright bones | |
Barely keeping the beast within | |
Prick of a pin | |
Let the shift of my shape begin | |
But the barrier is thin | |
I hear the beating of angel wings | |
Somewhere a siren sings | |
You severed your puppet strings | |
And now the justice is blind tonight | |
It' s hard to see wrong from right | |
When you' re looking through | |
The tunnel of a target site | |
What a perfect ghost | |
You are a record skipping | |
On a needle' s eye | |
In a dark refrain | |
Singing, " Nobody knows who you are" | |
Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
In a devil' s rain |
In the war you severed the cord | |
You broke the line | |
You turned an only child | |
But just before you buried the blade | |
Your eyes betrayed | |
The spark of another one | |
Pure at heart | |
Another day our daily bread | |
Another night of the living dead | |
It' s like an ocean upon you | |
So you did what you did | |
And you said what you said | |
Put your pen to the page | |
And a gun to your head | |
Got it all worked out this time | |
Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
Still the footsteps fall | |
In an empty hall | |
The voices echo in your head | |
And through the ashes raining down | |
Your eyes replied | |
They told a sordid tale | |
And when the fires | |
Barreled down the mountain side | |
I saw your senses fail | |
So I painted a word | |
In the dust where I bled | |
Signed the seal of the living dead | |
I' m looking down and upon you | |
So you did what you did | |
And you said what you said | |
Put your pen to the page | |
And a gun to your head | |
Got it all worked out this time | |
Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
Still the footsteps fall | |
In an empty hall | |
The voices echo in your head | |
Oh, but you can' t be sure they' re dead | |
Now I close my eyes | |
As the daylight dies | |
And I drift away | |
What a perfect ghost | |
You are a record skipping | |
On a needle' s eye | |
In a dark refrain | |
Singing, " Nobody knows who you are" | |
Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
In a devil' s rain | |
Footsteps in an empty hall | |
Shadows crawl across the wall | |
You can' t be sure they' re dead | |
And if I go before your time | |
Don' t let ' em close your mind | |
Don' t watch the flowers fall | |
Never looking back at all | |
But if I should change before your eyes | |
Don' t be fooled by my disguise | |
You were born of my demise | |
And I' m a willing sacrifice | |
Should you wake before you die | |
Don' t let a day go by | |
Don' t believe a word they say | |
I' ll be back again one day | |
You never know | |
Fallen or in flight | |
Wind moans | |
Deep in the dark of night | |
And by the blue moon light | |
At the angle when it hits me right | |
You can see the choice | |
Here beneath my skin | |
Bright bones | |
Barely keeping the beast within | |
Prick of a pin | |
Let the shift of my shape begin | |
But the barrier is thin | |
I hear the beating of angel wings | |
Somewhere a siren sings | |
You severed your puppet strings | |
And now the justice is blind tonight | |
It' s hard to see wrong from right | |
When you' re looking through | |
The tunnel of a target site | |
What a perfect ghost | |
You are a record skipping | |
On a needle' s eye | |
In a dark refrain | |
Singing, " Nobody knows who you are" | |
Mirror mask with the empty eyes | |
In a devil' s rain |