Writing on the Wqalls
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"Battle Lust" The fact is your opinion's wrong You never listen at all With our backs against the wall We become what we are told Apologize, sympathize Will it ever end? I promise I see your side But I'll never bend Lovers, (lovers), liars, (liars), Colder than death, you're colder than death Spotlight, (spotlight), cancer, (cancer), Filling your head, killing regret Dare me to cross the line I'll see you on the other side Heavy heads, fragile hearts, are tearing us apart Lovers, (lovers), liars, (liars), Colder than death, you're colder than death Spotlight, (spotlight), cancer, (cancer), Filling your head, killing regret Bound in the battle lust Everything turns to dust Lovers, (lovers), liars, (liars), Colder than death, you're colder than death Spotlight, (spotlight), cancer, (cancer), Filling your head, killing regret "Vertigo" Bruises keep me moving, Abused by your precious pressures Hopelessly hopeful, romantically numb Way too close for closure to come Around and round we go With the rise and fall of your vertigo
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Transcript of Writing on the Wqalls
"Battle Lust"
The fact is your opinion's wrongYou never listen at allWith our backs against the wallWe become what we are told
Apologize, sympathizeWill it ever end?I promise I see your sideBut I'll never bend
Lovers, (lovers), liars, (liars),Colder than death, you're colder than deathSpotlight, (spotlight), cancer, (cancer),Filling your head, killing regret
Dare me to cross the lineI'll see you on the other sideHeavy heads, fragile hearts, are tearing us apart
Lovers, (lovers), liars, (liars),Colder than death, you're colder than deathSpotlight, (spotlight), cancer, (cancer),Filling your head, killing regret
Bound in the battle lustEverything turns to dust
Lovers, (lovers), liars, (liars),Colder than death, you're colder than deathSpotlight, (spotlight), cancer, (cancer),Filling your head, killing regret
"Vertigo"
Bruises keep me moving,Abused by your precious pressuresHopelessly hopeful, romantically numbWay too close for closure to come
Around and round we goWith the rise and fall of your vertigoSpinning out of control,Forever maybe only made in our dreams
Minimize my movements,Amused by your grand illusionsNo love and no hateJust phantom pains,Too soon, too late to amputate
Around and round we goWith the rise and fall of your vertigoSpinning out of control,Forever maybe only made in our dreams
Hesitating hearts starving to start falling apart
Around and round we goWith the rise and fall of your vertigoAround and round we goWith the rise and fall of your vertigoSpinning out of control,Forever maybe only made in our dreams(Only made in our dreams...)(Only made in our dreams...)(Only made in our dreams...)
"Backlash"
Dear GodWill no one get out of here aliveLost your headIn this new medicineFloating in the sky
Heavy clouds come crashing downHarder every timeSink or swim in theseLoaded fantasiesFlooding out your mind
Fear God for now you've goneAnd lost your sight of landDrunk with powerYour final hour isRunning out of sand
[Chorus:]Hung by your self-righteous handsGet ready to meet your maker nowBacklashingBack at you liarBacklashingBack at youRun coward
(BacklashingBack at you)
Bear the truthWhen the storm comes throughWith Hell and high tide
Tip the scales andDrive the nails in deeper every time
Dear God,Will anyone get out of here alive?
Dead ahead againDue to medicineHeavy clouds collide
[Chorus]
(BacklashingBack at youBack at youBack at youBack at you)
[Chorus]
(Run coward)Hung by your self-righteous hands(Run coward)Get ready to meet your maker now
"Writing On The Walls"
The scenery decaysThrough vacant eyesFading all I seeTo black and whiteNo colors to describeNo voice to replyMy emotions slowly dieNo lows or highs, I'm flatlined
The writing on the wallsMay be foreign to us all'Cause the casualties of warHaven't changed us much at all
Reality replaysThrough strain and strifeCausing crashing wavesTo change the tidesWash away the linesErase the space in timeNew emotions, show a signHold to life down a flatline
The writing on the wallsMay be foreign to us all'Cause the casualties of warHaven't changed us much at all
I won't let you bury meYou're not ready to bear the weightI won't let you bury meYou're not ready to bear the weightI won't let you bury meYou're not ready to bear the weightI won't let you bury meYou're not ready to bear the weightI won't let you bury meYou're not ready to bear the weight
The writing on the wallsMay be foreign to us all'Cause the casualties of warHaven't changed us much at all
