Song | We Want Guarantees, Not Hunger Pains |
Artist | Closure in Moscow |
Album | The Penance And The Patience |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
I’ll be a martyr for your indifference | |
If you promise to line my tomb with trinkets | |
There won’t be a resonating cry | |
Just an awkward formal dialogue | |
Between my ghost and those I’ve denied | |
We want guarantees, not hunger pains | |
But starvation just won’t subside | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we’ve lost our way | |
You told me what you stand for | |
The sleepless crusade | |
The bitter campaign | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they’re writhing | |
Oh they’re writhing | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they’re writhing | |
Oh they’re writhing | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we’ve lost our way | |
You’d be unwise to sate the urge | |
But go ahead you wouldn’t be the first | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they’re writhing | |
Oh they’re writhing | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they’re writhing | |
Oh they’re writhing | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we’ve lost our way | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we’ve lost our way | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience |
I' ll be a martyr for your indifference | |
If you promise to line my tomb with trinkets | |
There won' t be a resonating cry | |
Just an awkward formal dialogue | |
Between my ghost and those I' ve denied | |
We want guarantees, not hunger pains | |
But starvation just won' t subside | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we' ve lost our way | |
You told me what you stand for | |
The sleepless crusade | |
The bitter campaign | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
Oh they' re writhing | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
Oh they' re writhing | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we' ve lost our way | |
You' d be unwise to sate the urge | |
But go ahead you wouldn' t be the first | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
Oh they' re writhing | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
Oh they' re writhing | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we' ve lost our way | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we' ve lost our way | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience |
I' ll be a martyr for your indifference | |
If you promise to line my tomb with trinkets | |
There won' t be a resonating cry | |
Just an awkward formal dialogue | |
Between my ghost and those I' ve denied | |
We want guarantees, not hunger pains | |
But starvation just won' t subside | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we' ve lost our way | |
You told me what you stand for | |
The sleepless crusade | |
The bitter campaign | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
Oh they' re writhing | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
Oh they' re writhing | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we' ve lost our way | |
You' d be unwise to sate the urge | |
But go ahead you wouldn' t be the first | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
Oh they' re writhing | |
In every room that we walk in | |
The walls are skin and they' re writhing | |
Oh they' re writhing | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we' ve lost our way | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
You drift with every word they say | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
I think we' ve lost our way | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience | |
Somewhere between the penance and the patience |