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Artiste:
Kioskontrol
Titre:
The Darker Depths
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If I could protect myself from this I'd lose something like what I just repressed If I could review this anymore The darker depths would churn until I'm sore Regret, the bruise still sore I'll wring my flesh, I'll bleed some more The tide is high, my strength is wore The blue abyss consumes the shore Awaken again, the dreams so real My chest constricts cause I still feel Cerulean breaths, and midnights grip The ocean pours in through my lips If I could protect myself from this I'd seldom fail until I felt obsessed If I could review this anymore The darker depths would crawl out of my core If I could restrain my insides now They'd rupture in, I can't allow This rage to show, this pain to breathe This cage to grow, this bane to grieve Madness waits below this thread Unraveling slow, this heart is dead The swirling sands that pour my life Have left the glass to end my strife If I could protect myself from this My eyes would roll back slower now unless If I could review this anymore The darker depths would leave me on the floor Try and let it all out again This is my last theft Screaming, I can hear them within Psychotic silouettes I take a breath, hold it in my lungs Like a ciggarette, don't forget What's waiting on my tongue My room to regret I could let this cycle on Endless in retrospect This spectral set spins me like a Pronoun pieroette Deeper depths, diving down beyond My darkest debts Drowning yet, all I can see around Are damper deaths now Try and tie me down again I'm rabid from the hate and I ain't even trying to spit This shit just salivates it Acclimates out from the lip It slips, at this rate I'll pull the curves flat off the vinyl And set the record strait No debate All of the years, the fears Decimate, while you wait And just so you know, my soul It hasn't told me The hands within which you hold So cold, can't console me And when I finally explode You can't control me Once you only need my Presence as a reply It's already goodbye You may not understand why But nothing I could tell you Could ever get my hell through To you, and now I think I'm losing it Like you, who knew, turning tides Pulling me, first to fall Deeper still, looking back No return after all Everything coming down Spinning round, like a drain Here I sit, in the black Wondering who to blame