Song | Defense Mechanism |
Artist | Gazpacho |
Album | London |
The holy waters of the blackened seas | |
A gulf that separated you and me | |
The shadows as they weep | |
A dog will chase its tail | |
The beauty of creation is alien | |
The solitude is your relief | |
Sunlight through the wall | |
Slamming of the door | |
The snake curled up in sleep | |
The rustle of the trees | |
You swore you would return | |
The hell is the others | |
And the heaven is a hell | |
It’s my own | |
It’s my story | |
All alone | |
It’s a defense mechanism | |
Fight or flight | |
Doesn’t matter | |
At least you’re not asleep | |
Your debts are paid in silver | |
And your last coin’s in the deep. | |
You think you want a taste of madness? | |
I think you know the taste of that wine… | |
A tower shining white | |
The stone within the plum | |
Don’t you know what they know? | |
The devil hates the sun | |
The brewer of the liars | |
Won’t need me for a while | |
The killer wears a blue suit | |
But I’m not wearing mine. | |
Fight or flight | |
It’s my own | |
It’s my story | |
All alone | |
It’s a defense mechanism | |
Watch them go by tired | |
All these beggars | |
Stage is soaked with sweat | |
And waltzing dead men | |
Whistling in alleys | |
Carpool tomorrows | |
Sealed and stamped with sorrow | |
Wasted, wounded | |
Now that I kissed her | |
Canned chatter | |
Burnout gold dust | |
Bury the dagger | |
Cain and Abel | |
Thoreau | |
Now that I kissed her | |
It’s a defense mechanism |
The holy waters of the blackened seas | |
A gulf that separated you and me | |
The shadows as they weep | |
A dog will chase its tail | |
The beauty of creation is alien | |
The solitude is your relief | |
Sunlight through the wall | |
Slamming of the door | |
The snake curled up in sleep | |
The rustle of the trees | |
You swore you would return | |
The hell is the others | |
And the heaven is a hell | |
It' s my own | |
It' s my story | |
All alone | |
It' s a defense mechanism | |
Fight or flight | |
Doesn' t matter | |
At least you' re not asleep | |
Your debts are paid in silver | |
And your last coin' s in the deep. | |
You think you want a taste of madness? | |
I think you know the taste of that wine | |
A tower shining white | |
The stone within the plum | |
Don' t you know what they know? | |
The devil hates the sun | |
The brewer of the liars | |
Won' t need me for a while | |
The killer wears a blue suit | |
But I' m not wearing mine. | |
Fight or flight | |
It' s my own | |
It' s my story | |
All alone | |
It' s a defense mechanism | |
Watch them go by tired | |
All these beggars | |
Stage is soaked with sweat | |
And waltzing dead men | |
Whistling in alleys | |
Carpool tomorrows | |
Sealed and stamped with sorrow | |
Wasted, wounded | |
Now that I kissed her | |
Canned chatter | |
Burnout gold dust | |
Bury the dagger | |
Cain and Abel | |
Thoreau | |
Now that I kissed her | |
It' s a defense mechanism |