Trapped inside
I've been pleading with my thoughts to let me go
I can't find
The sharpest shovel to dig me out this hole
Breathings fine
But i panic with every breath thats short
In my eyes
I can see it, i can see it's close
Visions, vague visions
Leaving me alone
Left me on my own to rot
But i can dig the hole
Deeper if it needs to be, wider if i still can't see
Why dose it f*cking feel like the only colour washing over me is
Brown, lased in f*cking mud
Is it gonna be enough
Dig
The last seconds of holding on
I've got the grip
But before to long
They've escaped me
They've escaped me and there's nothing left but hatred
I'll never get them back and i'm scared of what the wind can do
Changing with the gust so soon
Looking with their eyes they move
Vision's clear enough
And as i wash away the mud
The earth is trying to open up to swallow me
Events become a catalyst
For everything that's after this
Can you really clean away all that mud
Is your grass greener on your side (the excuses your making)
Would you like to compare it to mine
You're apart of it now
Weather you like it or not
So congratulations cunt
You're apart of the flock
1103 - The Flock Lyrics
1103 - The Flock Lyrics
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English
Trapped inside
I've been pleading with my thoughts to let me go
I can't find
The sharpest shovel to dig me out this hole
Breathings fine
But i panic with every breath thats short
In my eyes
I can see it, i can see it's close
Visions, vague visions
Leaving me alone
Left me on my own to rot
But i can dig the hole
Deeper if it needs to be, wider if i still can't see
Why dose it f*cking feel like the only colour washing over me is
Brown, lased in f*cking mud
Is it gonna be enough
Dig
The last seconds of holding on
I've got the grip
But before to long
They've escaped me
They've escaped me and there's nothing left but hatred
I'll never get them back and i'm scared of what the wind can do
Changing with the gust so soon
Looking with their eyes they move
Vision's clear enough
And as i wash away the mud
The earth is trying to open up to swallow me
Events become a catalyst
For everything that's after this
Can you really clean away all that mud
Is your grass greener on your side (the excuses your making)
Would you like to compare it to mine
You're apart of it now
Weather you like it or not
So congratulations cunt
You're apart of the flock
I've been pleading with my thoughts to let me go
I can't find
The sharpest shovel to dig me out this hole
Breathings fine
But i panic with every breath thats short
In my eyes
I can see it, i can see it's close
Visions, vague visions
Leaving me alone
Left me on my own to rot
But i can dig the hole
Deeper if it needs to be, wider if i still can't see
Why dose it f*cking feel like the only colour washing over me is
Brown, lased in f*cking mud
Is it gonna be enough
Dig
The last seconds of holding on
I've got the grip
But before to long
They've escaped me
They've escaped me and there's nothing left but hatred
I'll never get them back and i'm scared of what the wind can do
Changing with the gust so soon
Looking with their eyes they move
Vision's clear enough
And as i wash away the mud
The earth is trying to open up to swallow me
Events become a catalyst
For everything that's after this
Can you really clean away all that mud
Is your grass greener on your side (the excuses your making)
Would you like to compare it to mine
You're apart of it now
Weather you like it or not
So congratulations cunt
You're apart of the flock
Writer: Scott Taylor
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid