From the album "Personal War" | In stores October 30th DW Store: bit.ly/DWbir | iTunes: geni.us/2wPZ | Bandcamp: bit.ly/1MjgpXZ Amazon: geni.us/3iOB | Google Play: geni.us/38MI www.deathwishin... / wearebirdsinrow / birdsinrow
This is a masterpiece. Lyrics here you gooo: Long live slavery just like the millions of us, I've been looking for a way out I still need to justify the anger that gives me reasons to not sleep at night A reason to enjoy the silence when all them souls are home, not aware of the relieving privilege of not singing such song Our chains are made of abandons locked up with the rents and some fashions I try to think though it ain't shit in this world and the way that I feel is just nothing I'm sure I only fear the mornings when doubts refuse to call and if I give myself up into some lazy days it's to escape from depression I guess were all the same Oh excuses, how I hate you Oh excuses, I created excuses for you and I'm sinking with you at the end wrong kids of the fate, we dream of safe shelters we would create and this curse is a marathon we endure day after day for passion and for love, no surrender I keep trusting the kid I once was and the way that I feel is just nothing I'm sure but there's still a reason why I refused to fall for passion - no surrender chains can't hold the fire and acceptance kills the man and if courage is a weakness in a world of clones, I guess our stories become nothing but romantic jokes (I call it acceptance), when you don't play your cards (I call it acceptance), when you don't live your heart We've only been taught how to say goodbye a thousand times, told stories we know nothing about (I call it acceptance), when you don't play cards (I call it acceptance), when you don't live your heart no excuse, I'll leave the town 'Cause I've lived in a roller coaster, for a little while and it didn't seem to get that high this marathon has no end I know, but all I can do is run and I forgive my legs when they burn, and they burn
Long live slavery. Just like the millions of us, I've been looking for a way out. I still need to justify the anger that gives me reasons to not sleep at night. A reason to enjoy the silence when all them souls are home, not aware of the relieving privilege of not singing such song. Our chains are made of abandons. Locked up with rents and some fashions. I try to think though it ain't worth shit in this world. And the way that I feel is just nothing I'm sure of. I only fear the mornings when doubts refuse to call. And if I give myself up into same lazy days it's to escape from depression. I guess we're all the same. Oh excuses, how i hate you. Oh excuses, I created excuses for you. And I'm sinking with you at the end. Wrong kids of the fate, we dream of safe shelters we would create. And this curse is a marathon we endure day after day. For passion and for love, no surrender. I keep trusting the kid I once was. And the way that I feel is just nothing I'm sure of. But there's still a reason why I refuse to fall. For passion - no surrender. Chains can't hold the fire and acceptance kills the men. And if courage is a weakness in a world of clones, I guess our stories become nothing but romantic jokes. I call it acceptance, when you don't play your cards. I call it acceptance, when you don't live your heart. We've only been taught how to say goodbye and thousand times, told stories we know nothing about. I call it acceptance, when you don't play your cards. I call it acceptance, when you don't live your heart. No excuses, I'll leave the town. 'Cause I've lived in a rollercoaster, for a little while. And it didn't seem to get that high. This marathon has no end I know, but all I can do is run. And I forgive my legs when they burn. And they burn.
