The Bled - Crowbait lyrics
[The Bled - Crowbait lyrics]
Dream poacher, you lost it in
A hailstorm of flies
The maggots sung under your pen in every word
You wrote bait for the crows taunt the hungry
Then they call out for me, Never learner
Still running that broken mouth of yours
Over broken promises masquerade with the
Walking dead you don't look the same
Abscess face with narcotic slouch
You weren't built this way They took
Dead aim exposed evidence They washed
Their hands of this ordeal silenced
Your pleas "some can't be
Saved" bankrupt soul
You dove headfirst into a shallow
Grave what drove you
To this? Now this guilt will plague my nights
Dream burner
I never said that you were a lost cause
"never better" still running away
On a crooked path, as
Crooked as your spine empty shell
Of someone I once knew
You don't speak the same slipping
Back into familiar coma
You won't die in vain i'll
Carry your dead weight till
I fall victim to my own vices dead weight
I'll carry yours till I fall
Flat on my own face
Still trying to kill all the
Ones you claimed left
A hole in your perfect life
Still running away from the
Only arms who wanted you as one and you
Were the only good thing left
In this good for nothing
Town help me clean my filthy
Conscience so I can
Get on with pointless life and
You were the only
Good thing left in this good for nothing town
A hailstorm of flies
The maggots sung under your pen in every word
You wrote bait for the crows taunt the hungry
Then they call out for me, Never learner
Still running that broken mouth of yours
Over broken promises masquerade with the
Walking dead you don't look the same
Abscess face with narcotic slouch
You weren't built this way They took
Dead aim exposed evidence They washed
Their hands of this ordeal silenced
Your pleas "some can't be
Saved" bankrupt soul
You dove headfirst into a shallow
Grave what drove you
To this? Now this guilt will plague my nights
Dream burner
I never said that you were a lost cause
"never better" still running away
On a crooked path, as
Crooked as your spine empty shell
Of someone I once knew
You don't speak the same slipping
Back into familiar coma
You won't die in vain i'll
Carry your dead weight till
I fall victim to my own vices dead weight
I'll carry yours till I fall
Flat on my own face
Still trying to kill all the
Ones you claimed left
A hole in your perfect life
Still running away from the
Only arms who wanted you as one and you
Were the only good thing left
In this good for nothing
Town help me clean my filthy
Conscience so I can
Get on with pointless life and
You were the only
Good thing left in this good for nothing town