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silver material - midwest death song lyrics

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[verse: will marsh]
we’ve come on dark days don’t have any time to waste
the tears i’ve shed have dried up upon my face
feeling okay but i think i’m already too late
i hope you’re as lost as i am too
the very soil i’ll sink into
unable to find my own truth
buried here right next to you

[chorus 1: wyatt heflin & will marsh]
born and raised
but we don’t really wanna
i can’t complain
cause i’ve already been told that
keeping us alive
would only make this sh+t harder
is it my wasteland
or is it my honeymoon
i can’t pretend
but i can’t ignore you
let’s just continue this
dance of decay
across еvery town here
that’s not chicago
wеar me down
because you love me so
[post+chorus: will marsh & lexi wacker w/ ]
you say you hate it here
but you say it’s where we’re gonna die
spit on our graves
doom us here together
pull me down when i reach for the sky
you say you hate it here
but you say it’s where we’re gonna die
spit on our graves
doom us here forever
pull me down when i reach for the

[chorus 2: wyatt heflin & will marsh]
bored and razed
and getting even colder
shake the disdain
right off your shoulder
watch it caress
the very ground we walk upon
and i’ll let it spread through
and consume me
blaring out
tornado sirens sounding
like some kind of
midwest death song
that i hear when i’ve
got you in my mouth
i am not the only thing
that’s headed south
[bridge: lexi wacker, ]

permanent markers no colors to erase
mark your maps, wish to be okay
take what you need and leave the scr+ps
piece by piece tear down my walls
stitch my wounds, ghosts in the halls
still holding on in hopes of better days
maybe i’ll move on to better things

permanent markers no colors to erase
mark your maps, wish to be okay
take what you need and leave the scr+ps
piece by piece tear down my walls
stitch my wounds, ghosts in the halls
still holding on in hopes of better days
maybe i’ll move on to better things

[outro: lexi wacker]
my insecurities might become more pure to me
mark down the days, no colors to erase



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