bury what's left - death of the artist lyrics
despite the years of failure
i still want to fly
falling into the void
i don’t want to die
long dried blood rots on the canvas
the artist is weary he’s starving
his vision blurs
he hasn’t slept for 3 days
he hasn’t eaten for a week
he hasn’t started to paint yet would death bring relief?
he wanted the world to start to move backwards
he wanted to feel he wanted to touch
he wanted the wind to gently stroke his face
he felt for her love… felt for her grace…
he wanted the earth not to be his cage
he wanted the ground not to be his grave
the clock is thicking it can never be stopped
the sand in the hourgl-ss will never stuck
the deadline is coming closer but art is dead
the always open mouth got silenced and fed
with all the filth of the world
he is tattered and torn but he will return
despise the years of failure
i still want to fly
falling into the void
i don’t want to die
i thought that i needed to be dead…i thought that it would help…
i am fed up with all these meaningless songs
i am fed up with always taking your side
my wings might be broken but i will always try
to fly away from here and despite my falls
i get up from the floor with broken legs
with broken heart, and broken chest
my heart gets stronger every time
i bleed out all my fears we shouldn’t fear the fall
noone stays young enough to understand these words!
noone stays young enough to learn to love the world!
Random Lyrics
- anna ternheim - 4 in the morning lyrics
- julie masse - comme on l'a choisi lyrics
- knock you out - good reasons lyrics
- nakatomi plaza - (don't) close your eyes lyrics
- ronam - hey now lyrics
- blackout - ando esperto lyrics
- outlier (us) - broken glass lyrics
- panteón rococó - de luna a sol lyrics
- mat4yo - challenging words in a rap 4 lyrics
- 89 puñaladas - sure lyrics