Invisible Lyrics
| Song | Invisible |
| Artist | Paint It Black |
| Album | Invisible - EP |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| I’ve got a problem with the way you see, | |
| Your eyes are always trying to take something from me. | |
| I’ve got a problem with the way you hear, | |
| Only listening to the bankers and the bombardiers. | |
| But for now I’m not invisible. | |
| Sometimes I wish I was. | |
| Your stare, the weight of your glare, | |
| Pinned and mounted, but you best beware. | |
| I’ve got a problem with the way you think. | |
| Respect could keep us afloat, but you would rather sink. | |
| I’ve got a problem with the way you act. | |
| Run your mouth, confuse opinion with fact. | |
| And if I don’t make any sense to you, | |
| Well, I never really wanted to. | |
| Through fictions fed and feelings misconstrued, | |
| At least I know my aim is true. | |
| I learned to crawl, to stand, to fall. | |
| I even learned to scale those fucking walls. | |
| I learned to scream, to swim upstream, | |
| And to subsist on optimism and caffeine. | |
| Ice will melt. Seas will rise. | |
| Iron will rust. Fire will fall from the skies. | |
| Hearts will break, but ours will mend, | |
| Once we’ve spent all that we can spend. | |
| We will turn against ourselves, we will feel fear. | |
| We are a moment, and we will disappear. |
| I' ve got a problem with the way you see, | |
| Your eyes are always trying to take something from me. | |
| I' ve got a problem with the way you hear, | |
| Only listening to the bankers and the bombardiers. | |
| But for now I' m not invisible. | |
| Sometimes I wish I was. | |
| Your stare, the weight of your glare, | |
| Pinned and mounted, but you best beware. | |
| I' ve got a problem with the way you think. | |
| Respect could keep us afloat, but you would rather sink. | |
| I' ve got a problem with the way you act. | |
| Run your mouth, confuse opinion with fact. | |
| And if I don' t make any sense to you, | |
| Well, I never really wanted to. | |
| Through fictions fed and feelings misconstrued, | |
| At least I know my aim is true. | |
| I learned to crawl, to stand, to fall. | |
| I even learned to scale those fucking walls. | |
| I learned to scream, to swim upstream, | |
| And to subsist on optimism and caffeine. | |
| Ice will melt. Seas will rise. | |
| Iron will rust. Fire will fall from the skies. | |
| Hearts will break, but ours will mend, | |
| Once we' ve spent all that we can spend. | |
| We will turn against ourselves, we will feel fear. | |
| We are a moment, and we will disappear. |
| I' ve got a problem with the way you see, | |
| Your eyes are always trying to take something from me. | |
| I' ve got a problem with the way you hear, | |
| Only listening to the bankers and the bombardiers. | |
| But for now I' m not invisible. | |
| Sometimes I wish I was. | |
| Your stare, the weight of your glare, | |
| Pinned and mounted, but you best beware. | |
| I' ve got a problem with the way you think. | |
| Respect could keep us afloat, but you would rather sink. | |
| I' ve got a problem with the way you act. | |
| Run your mouth, confuse opinion with fact. | |
| And if I don' t make any sense to you, | |
| Well, I never really wanted to. | |
| Through fictions fed and feelings misconstrued, | |
| At least I know my aim is true. | |
| I learned to crawl, to stand, to fall. | |
| I even learned to scale those fucking walls. | |
| I learned to scream, to swim upstream, | |
| And to subsist on optimism and caffeine. | |
| Ice will melt. Seas will rise. | |
| Iron will rust. Fire will fall from the skies. | |
| Hearts will break, but ours will mend, | |
| Once we' ve spent all that we can spend. | |
| We will turn against ourselves, we will feel fear. | |
| We are a moment, and we will disappear. |
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