Song | Charmer |
Artist | This or the Apocalypse |
Album | Haunt What's Left |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
End me like a sick dog. | |
Lose my body in vain. | |
Break my horse’s legs. | |
Store me in a vase. | |
I’ll fight my way out by teeth. | |
Wave the stampede on with a flag. | |
While you’ve convinced yourself of your existence, | |
As the only form of life, | |
Bestowed beneath the gift of grace. | |
If I fire it straight through you, | |
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him. | |
If I said you were the source, | |
I only lied to displace myself from the blame. | |
You have nothing to be proud of. | |
If I fire it straight through you, | |
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him. | |
I didn’t feel the hate like this. | |
I can’t find the words, | |
I can’t let it go. | |
Oh God, I didn’t feel the hate like this. | |
We walk in amazement to the kill, | |
Caught in it’s glory. | |
We walk in amazement to the kill, | |
As we are inert in our exalting awe. | |
I’m not the jury or the judge. | |
I am the gallows and the noose. | |
I’ll fight my way out by teeth. | |
Wave the stampede on with a flag, | |
While you’ve convinced yourself of your existence, | |
As the only form of life. |
End me like a sick dog. | |
Lose my body in vain. | |
Break my horse' s legs. | |
Store me in a vase. | |
I' ll fight my way out by teeth. | |
Wave the stampede on with a flag. | |
While you' ve convinced yourself of your existence, | |
As the only form of life, | |
Bestowed beneath the gift of grace. | |
If I fire it straight through you, | |
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him. | |
If I said you were the source, | |
I only lied to displace myself from the blame. | |
You have nothing to be proud of. | |
If I fire it straight through you, | |
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him. | |
I didn' t feel the hate like this. | |
I can' t find the words, | |
I can' t let it go. | |
Oh God, I didn' t feel the hate like this. | |
We walk in amazement to the kill, | |
Caught in it' s glory. | |
We walk in amazement to the kill, | |
As we are inert in our exalting awe. | |
I' m not the jury or the judge. | |
I am the gallows and the noose. | |
I' ll fight my way out by teeth. | |
Wave the stampede on with a flag, | |
While you' ve convinced yourself of your existence, | |
As the only form of life. |
End me like a sick dog. | |
Lose my body in vain. | |
Break my horse' s legs. | |
Store me in a vase. | |
I' ll fight my way out by teeth. | |
Wave the stampede on with a flag. | |
While you' ve convinced yourself of your existence, | |
As the only form of life, | |
Bestowed beneath the gift of grace. | |
If I fire it straight through you, | |
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him. | |
If I said you were the source, | |
I only lied to displace myself from the blame. | |
You have nothing to be proud of. | |
If I fire it straight through you, | |
My only hope is that it finds its way back to him. | |
I didn' t feel the hate like this. | |
I can' t find the words, | |
I can' t let it go. | |
Oh God, I didn' t feel the hate like this. | |
We walk in amazement to the kill, | |
Caught in it' s glory. | |
We walk in amazement to the kill, | |
As we are inert in our exalting awe. | |
I' m not the jury or the judge. | |
I am the gallows and the noose. | |
I' ll fight my way out by teeth. | |
Wave the stampede on with a flag, | |
While you' ve convinced yourself of your existence, | |
As the only form of life. |