Discount - Age of spitting

Tekst :

I ve reached the age of discharge
of spitting up what they put in
you look at me all sigh and sigh
ask me have i cut it
yeah i cut it all the time
break it right down to the skin
scrape it down to the skin
talking to the walls new turned
i m talking to your face
i ve reached the age of discharge
digression had its years of storming backstage
storming backstage
folded arms all
trembling
dying just to
dying just to crash you precious car
i m dying just to
dying just to crash your precious car
he never hears his own voice
i brace my lips too tight
half spent on hoping for it
to go right just to fuck it up
i can t hold my hands still
so how could i ever hold yours
i invited you over for a locked door
don t get there
don t get there with me
dont get there
don t get there with me

Inne utwory

  • Everybody everybody
  • Tomorrow will be
  • North sea bubble
  • Help save the youth of America
  • Half the time
  • Sleeping motor boy
  • Faithful elevator
  • On the counter
  • K.V. t-shirt
  • Medical
  • Streets
  • No surprise
  • Her last day
  • Torn jeans
  • Waiting by the wayside
  • Tv kiss
  • Losowe utwory

    Tomorrow will be

    Mind stump.
    Here s my conclusion.
    Twelve phone calls and a postcard.
    This room is dim, why not turn the lights out.
    What more is it we re losing?
    I can t see you like this now.
    I ll just get bad impressions.
    See the world walking around trying to...

    Princess Olivia

    I never was one for talk
    I keep things to myself
    Let everyone ramble on
    When people get to reminiscing
    I ll always be the one to listen
    But now I need to find those missing words.
    I love Princess Olivia
    Can t speak, I slip into trivia.
    To know...

    Mi vida sin ti

    Yo tenía toda una vida,
    Tu gran amor y un camino,
    Lleno de felicidad...

    Me entregaba a ti cada día,
    Era tu amante, tu amigo,
    Un hombro en él que llorar...

    Y deje crecer mi esperanza,
    Como una rosa en mi alma,
    Por lo que tanto soñé...

    Y hoy dices que te marchas,
    Que todo acaba,
    Te vas sabiendo que,
    Sin ti...

    Trashed and scattered

    Keep on writing you re just raping yourself (nothing can take my mind away from them)
    Don t you ask about me, ask bout somebody else (Once I ve fallen there s many stories to tell)
    I can feel it, won t embrace it, it s overwhelming how far you...

    Nothing new

    I found myself wrong again
    Starin out my window
    Wonderin what it is I should have said
    I found myself at home again
    Waitin for the after call
    The fallout that feels like such a mess

    Ohhhh I can only be myself