Grieves - Learning How To Fall lyrics
[Grieves - Learning How To Fall lyrics]
Well, I don't have a diary i sing my songs
Drag the brush over anything
To change my wrongs
Pushed a whole lotta limit's just
To make my palms shake
And pump to the rhythm when the monitors on
I make hearts jump defibulator art punk
Fishing from the shore when a
Ship in a jar sunk
Blind sighted by the rhythm with a hard thump
Pointin' at my inner little sinner
When he starts up
There's no rest when your born with your
Last phrase scribbled on your chest
And the only way outta it is written in text
You can sing over anything the
Soul in you let's, so
I guess I gotta let it all out
Break another little wall down
Let the music in me call out
The bitter part of all doubt, holdin me down
I gotta learn how to fall
Spoke outta what you might call love
High centered with a sword
Tryna write with blood
Quell tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin till I'm
Not leavin till I'm done
Spoke outta what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it till I get my grace
Not leavin till I'm
Not leavin till I'm saved
I don't have a journal now
They can't make noise
Broke a whole lotta speakers just
To hear my voice
Took a whole lotta needles just
To poke those holes
Made for breathing when I make my choice
God help us if it makes me
Slowin down the tape speed
Fade maker with a scrape in his fake teeth
Nay sayer that"ll race with his break feet
And crash into the prison you've been
Plannin on to break free
Escape from the pen
Words held prisoner encased in it's stem
Stationary legal sized bound from the place
Where a bar sets you free
Instead of caging you in so
I guess I gotta let it all out (all out)
Break another little wall down (wall down)
Let the music in me call out the bitter
Part of all doubt holdin me down
I gotta learn how to fall
Spoke outta what you might call love
High centered with a sword
Tryna write with blood
Quell tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin till I'm
Not leavin till I'm done
Spoke outta what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it till I get my grace
Not leavin till I'm
Not leavin till I'm saved
Drag the brush over anything
To change my wrongs
Pushed a whole lotta limit's just
To make my palms shake
And pump to the rhythm when the monitors on
I make hearts jump defibulator art punk
Fishing from the shore when a
Ship in a jar sunk
Blind sighted by the rhythm with a hard thump
Pointin' at my inner little sinner
When he starts up
There's no rest when your born with your
Last phrase scribbled on your chest
And the only way outta it is written in text
You can sing over anything the
Soul in you let's, so
I guess I gotta let it all out
Break another little wall down
Let the music in me call out
The bitter part of all doubt, holdin me down
I gotta learn how to fall
Spoke outta what you might call love
High centered with a sword
Tryna write with blood
Quell tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin till I'm
Not leavin till I'm done
Spoke outta what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it till I get my grace
Not leavin till I'm
Not leavin till I'm saved
I don't have a journal now
They can't make noise
Broke a whole lotta speakers just
To hear my voice
Took a whole lotta needles just
To poke those holes
Made for breathing when I make my choice
God help us if it makes me
Slowin down the tape speed
Fade maker with a scrape in his fake teeth
Nay sayer that"ll race with his break feet
And crash into the prison you've been
Plannin on to break free
Escape from the pen
Words held prisoner encased in it's stem
Stationary legal sized bound from the place
Where a bar sets you free
Instead of caging you in so
I guess I gotta let it all out (all out)
Break another little wall down (wall down)
Let the music in me call out the bitter
Part of all doubt holdin me down
I gotta learn how to fall
Spoke outta what you might call love
High centered with a sword
Tryna write with blood
Quell tip stuck under my tongue
I'm not leavin till I'm
Not leavin till I'm done
Spoke outta what you might call hate
Tattooed on the knuckles of the fist I face
Gotta play it till I get my grace
Not leavin till I'm
Not leavin till I'm saved