The art of isolating song lyrics
Crown my fear at the point of a gun
(thats right)
I shed these tears for nothing.
The Cripple is back tearing me down
eyes like shields hide the lies beneath you
avoiding the tragedy, threatening once more.
You're coming home in a box
No place like home again.
Zombies at funfairs, rollercoaster lives
Like spitting out some shit and calling it art
Take the skin and peel it back
Dissecting rhythms of a cultural stare
Avoiding all gravity yourself
World's waiting, bleeding
bodies struggling wars
Bringing back old behaviours
crying wounded, digging in the dirt
There's no worse need than needing it all.
Get away..., pick it up....
But im in to trust, and you're in for crush,
but i need to go on a spree , and take it as miracle.
Acting up like he's the one who's gonna make it real
Louded guns for the blind , louded mouths for crimes... warn it up
Prick up ears, skeptic means reality's not as real as it should be
World's waiting, bleeding
bodies struggling wars
Bringing back old behaviours
crying wounded, digging in the dirt
There's no worse need than needing it all.
World's waiting, bleeding
bodies struggling wars
Bringing back old behaviours
Waiting wounded
Money making talks.
There's no worse need than needing it all
lord please, won't you spin it out
do we deserve to breathe at all
won't be digging in the dirt
there's no worse need than needing it all
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lyrics for The art of isolating, the 12th song of the 13 recorded for the album The aftermath, with a total running time of , by Urbandux. It was released on via , and produced by .
