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Spineshank
Spineshank
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Joaquin Santos
Jonathan Joaquin Santos
Lyrics
Soren Suren Sarkisyan
Soren Suren Sarkisyan
Lyrics
Thomas Eugene Decker
Thomas Eugene Decker
Composer

Lyrics

The cold was almost generosity The way you took the life away from me Scratched the surface of the pain to come The Seperation that can't be undone It's in the way we fuck It's in the way you make me need It's in the way you cry To get just what you fucking need It's in the way you cut So you can see me bleed It's in the way you see that I am Just another face These walls come crashing down And now it all decays We take the life we once embraced It slips away The curse of emptiness And time will have Its way The loneliness Enables us, to Medicate A beating heart that's bleeding atrophy A broken spirits animosity The wound inside is that which cannot heal Destroying dreams that we will never feel I'm just your dead excuse And It's a broken future now It's not a happy ending It's just a faded picture of What we could never be I can't erase the pain The final hope has become one we perceive to be dead These walls come crashing down And now it all decays We take the life we once embraced It slips away The curse of emptiness And time will have Its way The Loneliness Enables us, to medicate You kill a gentle soul for personal gain And by doing so, you're a fucking murderer This blood is on your hands There is no light at the end of this tunnel When I close my eyes, all I see is the dark cloud that I protected you from It took 90 pounds of flesh to get me here The illusion of love, given by all the shit surrounding me Love is just a fucking dream, and now turned to death Once righteous, I am now a burnt and broken man Brought on to me by the pathetic excuse of a life I'll take comfort in the dark with all of my sins There is no return back to light, from this hell I'm in IT'S FUCKING DONE This is never coming back Divided Accepted the fact That it all adds up to nothing The anger, denial, acceptance It's clear The way you're always your own victim Another bad decision To trust, with my life on the line And now I'm dead and buried The resurrection died Another life denied Your hesitation wounds are showing They show the cracks Conscience, broken Words aren't, spoken Conscience, broken Words aren't, spoken For me (Conscience) For me (Broken) It's just for me (Words aren't spoken) For me, It's just for me For me, It's just for me She fucks him violently It all comes to an end For me, It's just for me
Writer(s): Soren Suren Sarkisyan, Robert Andrew Garcia, Jonathan J Santos, Thomas Decker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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