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Angels

Split in two, I feel myself corroding. No one knew the lies I had been holding. A taboo restriction on the intersection. No need to choose a side—you’re already in line. Awoken by an unfortold beauty, Disguised by an imposed symmetry Veiled in th...

Armored

I wear a mask to cover my face from The rain of toxic messages that poison truth. Leveraged from lost symbols, these threads Shelter the broken. Hate guides and shapes. Wait for the bodies to break. There is no hope for me to mend. I just try...

Ashes

I use my hatred to destroy the self. Through this pain I will join the collective. I long for a chance for hope, To see more than the Ashes. Beyond cremation, my memories are a corpse. When I said goodbye, did I destroy the truth? I wait for the...

Bodies

Tighter and tighter it begins to wind. The longer I suffer, the more that I find. Tension to seduction, a lustful embrace. Caressed by notions of gender and race. Symbols of a memory attacked, From those notions I detach. A formal state of guided...

Liar

I never learned to sing The words that I knew true. In my thick skull they would ring, Kept from but few that I knew. Haunted by messages That cried out from within, The lonely silence was, It was my greatest of sins. These vile secrets corro...

Quiet

I have lost myself to the desperation I have felt, The dream of an obliterated self. Glory can’t tolerate my silence. Glory won’t touch me if I’m quiet. I had a dream of an angelic, formless body. Out from these ashes I will now rise. I will now...

The Crimson Door

When you painted The Crimson Door, You did not cover up the memories. I saw you leave. Your pain would always see my sympathy. I’d watch you drown and bleed. I had no choice but to bear your shameless misery. I did not know if you’d ever come bac...

Vile

I am the worst of all. They can’t hear me when I call. Surrender to the hate I knew, I maim and claw for my vile flaw. I can’t cope with this hate; I turn to the beckoning blade. Each breath is a dance with addiction, One bloodied step from forg...

Wages of Fear

I breed serpents from my wounds of uncertainty; Suffering is all I know. I am trapped by the unknown; I’m a captive of my skull. I’ve come to think my anxiety Is just a beast I cannot beat. They come for me, these memories, Those monstrous and h...