True friends stab you from the front!
The greatest betrayal was the one I saw coming from the start
Still I waltzed right into it expecting a change of heart.
That angel by my shoulder was just a devil in disguise
Warping my mind with its words and twisting each advise.
A man-made porcelain world lies shattered beneath my feet,
Why pick up the pieces by accepting your deceit?
That liar by my bedside was a foe I could not see
They say all can be forgiven but salvation was never for me.
These brittle wings (these brittle wings) fall useless
They hold no meaning to me.
For I chose a different path as the architect of my own wrath.
Broken wings and missing limbs, ceramic souls are fragile things.
Alabaster lives and shattered minds, a fractured world where none survives.
Rebuilding and forgiving, a Sisyphean effort to forget
Instead I think I'll stay here in this wasteland of regret.
Maybe I do belong here? Wreathed in my own strife
To cause a perfect echo of the simple business of life.
That angel by my shoulder was just a devil in disguise
Warping my mind with its words and twisting each advise.
Running an endless road, from a foe I cannot see
Running towards normality.
Broken wings and missing limbs, ceramic souls are fragile things.
Alabaster lives and shattered minds find comfort with the broken kind.
Shattered Video (MV)
Performed By: Through the Noise
Length: 4:10
Written by: Victor Lars Hakan Adonis, Marcus Christian Skantz, Lars Peter Lennart Liwgren, Lars Martin Lingonblad, Joel Gustav Manfred Nyberg
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True friends stab you from the front!
The greatest betrayal was the one I saw coming from the start
Still I waltzed right into it expecting a change of heart.
That angel by my shoulder was just a devil in disguise
Warping my mind with its words and twisting each advise.
A man-made porcelain world lies shattered beneath my feet,
Why pick up the pieces by accepting your deceit?
That liar by my bedside was a foe I could not see
They say all can be forgiven but salvation was never for me.
These brittle wings (these brittle wings) fall useless
They hold no meaning to me.
For I chose a different path as the architect of my own wrath.
Broken wings and missing limbs, ceramic souls are fragile things.
Alabaster lives and shattered minds, a fractured world where none survives.
Rebuilding and forgiving, a Sisyphean effort to forget
Instead I think I'll stay here in this wasteland of regret.
Maybe I do belong here? Wreathed in my own strife
To cause a perfect echo of the simple business of life.
That angel by my shoulder was just a devil in disguise
Warping my mind with its words and twisting each advise.
Running an endless road, from a foe I cannot see
Running towards normality.
Broken wings and missing limbs, ceramic souls are fragile things.
Alabaster lives and shattered minds find comfort with the broken kind.
The greatest betrayal was the one I saw coming from the start
Still I waltzed right into it expecting a change of heart.
That angel by my shoulder was just a devil in disguise
Warping my mind with its words and twisting each advise.
A man-made porcelain world lies shattered beneath my feet,
Why pick up the pieces by accepting your deceit?
That liar by my bedside was a foe I could not see
They say all can be forgiven but salvation was never for me.
These brittle wings (these brittle wings) fall useless
They hold no meaning to me.
For I chose a different path as the architect of my own wrath.
Broken wings and missing limbs, ceramic souls are fragile things.
Alabaster lives and shattered minds, a fractured world where none survives.
Rebuilding and forgiving, a Sisyphean effort to forget
Instead I think I'll stay here in this wasteland of regret.
Maybe I do belong here? Wreathed in my own strife
To cause a perfect echo of the simple business of life.
That angel by my shoulder was just a devil in disguise
Warping my mind with its words and twisting each advise.
Running an endless road, from a foe I cannot see
Running towards normality.
Broken wings and missing limbs, ceramic souls are fragile things.
Alabaster lives and shattered minds find comfort with the broken kind.
Writer: Victor Lars Hakan Adonis, Marcus Christian Skantz, Lars Peter Lennart Liwgren, Lars Martin Lingonblad, Joel Gustav Manfred Nyberg
Copyright: Lyrics © ECLIPSE LOUD
Copyright: Lyrics © ECLIPSE LOUD