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9 Miles

Selfish sickness in my gut. I’ll upturn tables to open up. It’s against my character but moving forward’s my parable. You're terrible for thinking you weren't in the wrong for what you do. Its obvious to all of us, so write a song and try to prove your case or...

Afterword

But I’ll try and force it just like she did and put this all in the afterword. Loon never stops calling, haunting me, constantly falling. Loon is forever haunting, effects of your song, heavily daunting. There you go lying again, playing pretend. Why can’t you...

Broken In

Walking down these streets sidewalks made of bricks. Street lamps burning out when I pass beside it. Approach my beaten car and rig it once again. It gets me from point a to b, I call it "Broken In". The dinge and dirt builds character just like an elder man....

Caught in the Cold

A void, a missing place. A dug out raw and empty space. She had no thought to grace like a punch to the face from the one who should have been there. I only asked of her respect. Yet that was as if I was pulling teeth without a toothache. Now the only thing I...

Changing Face

You molded me into what you wanted to see. Fast forward two precious years, where you blindly chose for it to disappear. It's timing, pure timing. You're getting just what you wanted. Your mind changed fast. You always said we would make this last. Wouldn't qu...

Fortitude

I am here with my throat slit, I'm screaming "it caught up to me." Disregarding the truth. Taking back roads, the easy route, is not who I want to be. I'm sick of pushing shit away and expecting it to fade. People use rope and sills and guns and pills, but I'm...

Grief and Grieving

I’ve been slain. I was suffering before all this pain with no way to get out of my own way. The scars are built up with blame. You're wasted and you wasted this away. I saw your face turn from a crimson red to a cold shade of gray. Your eyes tell much more to...

Hand Fed

Hanging on to this grapple, connected to conviction. Every foot I climb I'm slipping, relying on your decision. I am blind, but I can see all of your transgression. You can't expect to disconnect and divert me with your aggression. Now you’re satisfied. You...

Headspace

Black box. Intelligence to picking locks. Pad locked. Sweating nickel sized drops. Lying in my sob spot. Its a choice I chose to be and fucking honestly, try it on for size. Anxieties’ stuck inside, like butterflies who cannot coincide so monotonously they col...

High Tide

It’s dark out here with no city lights. It's paradise. This weeks saved my mind. A break from a fast paced life. Car lights blind a bruised conscious that put me in anxieties' grips but with friends of a lifetime I hope it'll settle before I slip. Can’t sereni...

Mantras

I saw your face as you got on that plane. You left me here on sinking sand as you fled to dry land. You bombard me with skewed requests. You get to pave the road and I am left to pick up the mess. I see through you. You're far from innocent. You say there's no...

Mend

'm worn out and tired, everything is killing my fire. I wanna sing but my voice has seized, won't you just leave me alone please? I'm the type of guy who wants respect, but sometimes is too afraid to speak up. So, here's a warning to all my friends, give me sp...

Middle Ground

The summer on the plateau we watched the sun peak over the horizon. Yellow. That's where I'll go to be alone and curse your name. This used to be a place you knew that now you wanna come to, to drink your bottles and break your models. That's where we stare...

Saboteur

Why do women sabotage, saboteur? Is it ‘cause they want attention? ‘Cause they feel fewer? Growing up is part of life, so why don't you try to do something hard for once instead of just lie. Changing Face to please the tastes' of who you’re around will only wa...

Sober

No distractions, no glass between us. Search for true interaction with eyes full of trusting. Watching you swig down bottles to your head is like watching you make check marks on the wall beside your bed. You say it loosens you, makes your interactions real. A...

Solid to Liquid

"You couldn't of picked a better way" quote me on that. The second I think of it my anxieties back and all I can do is live through these panic attacks. You said you'd never detach. Now where are you at? Your jealousy just ran a muck. You never gave a fuck. Do...