Grieves

Learning How To Fall
Well, I don't have a diary, I sing my songs... Drag the brush over anything to change my wrongs... Pushed a whole lotta limits 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 SongtexteTattooed 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... Aus Songtexte Mania