We fire on
Watch them fall
Dreams to match
Their distant call
Facing the sun
Feel the cold
Violence in our souls
Clings to life
Chasing death
Blood for the blood
We are born of
Angled all away
From quiet and from fate
We would be
Masters in
This chaotic state
We could be
Better than
Life in all its pain
Locked in
A child with children
A dream of shattered glass
Of pieces
And missing
And fighting for life
This is not burning
Not nearly enough
If we could
Rain down on
Everyone we knew
Here in these
Last breaths
Here with all of you
Dying too
Carrion Birds
Polite in their way
Eating the soul
Eating the fate
Nausea is
Not for the
Spirited, willing,
And few...
MARROWER - Nausea Lyrics
MARROWER - Nausea Lyrics
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English
We fire on
Watch them fall
Dreams to match
Their distant call
Facing the sun
Feel the cold
Violence in our souls
Clings to life
Chasing death
Blood for the blood
We are born of
Angled all away
From quiet and from fate
We would be
Masters in
This chaotic state
We could be
Better than
Life in all its pain
Locked in
A child with children
A dream of shattered glass
Of pieces
And missing
And fighting for life
This is not burning
Not nearly enough
If we could
Rain down on
Everyone we knew
Here in these
Last breaths
Here with all of you
Dying too
Carrion Birds
Polite in their way
Eating the soul
Eating the fate
Nausea is
Not for the
Spirited, willing,
And few...
Watch them fall
Dreams to match
Their distant call
Facing the sun
Feel the cold
Violence in our souls
Clings to life
Chasing death
Blood for the blood
We are born of
Angled all away
From quiet and from fate
We would be
Masters in
This chaotic state
We could be
Better than
Life in all its pain
Locked in
A child with children
A dream of shattered glass
Of pieces
And missing
And fighting for life
This is not burning
Not nearly enough
If we could
Rain down on
Everyone we knew
Here in these
Last breaths
Here with all of you
Dying too
Carrion Birds
Polite in their way
Eating the soul
Eating the fate
Nausea is
Not for the
Spirited, willing,
And few...
Writer: Max Hodes, Nick Benigno, Nick Willbrand
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC