Sadistik

Sadistik - Melancholia lyrics

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[Sadistik:]

My body's made of cells and cells are made to keep you 

caged

I keep awake to celebrate my sweet escape

I've seen the flames of this hell and made it either 

way

So why be afraid, It's okay

It's just fire it's just love it's just us

It's just trust it's just this once

When these small talk graces keep me warm

Like a small-pox blanket in a storm

When the rainfalls and entrenches all that gets touched

Making evergreens to defend against the next one

I'll take a Redrum neat or on the rocks

One of these cocktails will be a molotov

If I keep it up eyes shut and my feet are stuck

Icarus wings adjust just so I can reach the sun

So I can sing with such ardor I deplete my lungs

And my heart beats so much that it starts seizing up

These are the symptoms of an optimist

Melancholia kissed him on his bottom lip

And here I am, a picture of accomplishment

Mixture of the opposites insecure and confident

So is this a path of glory

Or a dead end to a lonely saddened story

Where I buried my confession I married my depression

Now the holy matrimony's grown to owing alimony

Show me what I hide beneath my grin under my deceitful 

skin's

Another guy I'd like to meet I wonder why he seems so 

grim

Every piece of him they subdivide to equal bits

To pitch into the ocean told 'em love is blind so sink 

or swim

And so I oblige breast stroking side to side

Till the stroke inside my breast gets hold and I abide

And so by and by I try to fight a tide that's tidal 

sized

Until my vital signs subside and I write my goodbyes

To my friends that are dropping like flies

It's a trend that I'll follow in time

I pretend that I ought to be fine

Getting dizzy once again from these wandering eyes of 

mine

I need some R & R I think I'll drink some R & R

Sip spirits lift spirits then I'll raise the bar at 

bars

I bring the darkest part of myself door to door

Let's press our chests together then we'll have a heart 

to heart

I saw a fallen star and didn't wish upon it

If you're not that superstitious you don't get that 

disappointed

I'll never say I'm different, cause I've never made a 

difference

And I've yet to pay attention to the debt that I've 

avoided

I set to write a portrait not emotional confessions

This is spring cleaning for a closet full of bone 

collections

I'm not alone the monochrome is so infectious

But I won't regret it if I follow all my own directions
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