Brigades piosenki

Go on and wipe your face You've made a mess of this one When you're swallowed by disgrace Will you learn your lesson? There's no more cards left up your sleeves Your lucks' run out You hopeless sleaze. It's run out It's not a prize worth taking It's no...

Here's my refusal to be another one of your scapegoats. I'm reminding you to breathe, cause we've flooded all of your lifeboats. In hopes that you'll see the damage you're inflicting. Every method that you preach is contradicting. There's nothing left to say....

When the line between fact and fiction becomes hopelessly blurred Our eyes fill in with superstition from every word Strung up on our own perspectives Failing to see that it's ineffective But I am here and I understand Pull yourself above the ropes and ta...

Are we so unknown, and is it indefinite? In a world so alone, born here to die in it. We trade our souls for symmetry and sugar coated remedies. Are we so unknown, and is it indefinite? Shot nerves, hurt feelings. Eyes tacked to the ceiling. Line hooked and I'...

I took the train back to see the South. I can't pretend I'm not concerned with the way words fall out my mouth. I'm just waiting on a verse. Things seem so damn far from reach. When you're living out a dream. We try to live beyond our means. While we're tearin...

Always on the same extension Smother with heed and fair attention The lights are out but our fate is secure Partners in crime, for richer or poorer Dear mistress, what I couldn't do With a little bit of money and a handful of you I'll pour it out to yo...

White is the color of my wildest dreams Like the pills I took for my self-esteem The past is bold, but I'm righting the wrongs As I bang my head to disposable songs I wanna rebuild and hose the bridges that I've burned I need to regild, revise the chapte...

Are these traditions all that we'll ever need? We spend and consume, We slave and repeat I'm feeling separated. Are you separated? We all have our own axe to grind When it's worn down, Don't fall in line We all have our own trials to bind When you're wor...

When living well tends to not get better Under pine trees and swampy weather With such dull bliss light as a feather Stiff as a board, never a go getter Like the glass from a stone, I'll shatter on my own Never wanted a crutch to fall back on Spaced fro...

There's a name for this denial It's the golden age thinking Erroneous notion that A different time period would be better than the one The one we're residing in And I break and bend I'm a candle burning at both ends I feel like I'm losing my best friend...