Song Lyrics
It tastes like suicide, somewhere out there i just sacrificed my life
these little lights burn like riot fires
from my perch these broken birds are calling
Now i m lost inside the smog, somewhere out there a fresh face is cutting lines
These little lights burn like riot fires, a sweet death i can t deny, against the slow weight of the night
Somewhere out there a fresh face is cutting lines, these little lights burn like riot fires, these little lights burn like riot fires
they mesmerize
somewhere out there i just sacrificed my life
along the jagged walls
Somethings wrong with me, over a fading flame, we chew into passive mammals
For thinking somethings right with you, i forget to fly
Over a fading flame, for thinking somethings right with you
Singing their siren song, they mesmerize, now my thoughts float like moths
We roam the night like wild animals, singing their siren song, in cold blood
choking on the shame
I forget to fly, it tastes like suicide, somethings wrong with me
Choking on the shame, somewhere out there a fresh face is cutting lines
It tastes like suicide, a sweet death i can t deny, choking on the shame
Choking on the shame, choking on the shame, for thinking somethings right with you
They mesmerize, along the jagged walls
A sweet death i can t deny, now i m lost inside the smog
In cold blood, in cold blood
Somewhere out there she just sacrificed her life, for thinking somethings right with you Blood, a sweet death i can t deny
against the slow weight of the night
For thinking somethings right with you, it tastes like suicide
For thinking somethings right with you, for thinking somethings right with you, it tastes like suicide
for thinking somethings right with you
over a fading flame
Somethings wrong with me, i forget to fly, now i m lost inside the smog
Against the slow weight of the night, from my perch these mountains rise like razors Blood, somewhere out there she just sacrificed her life
In cold blood, somethings wrong with me, we chew into passive mammals
from my perch these mountains rise like razors
Choking on the shame, in cold blood