Sacraments & Bayonets Songtext
von BORT

Wake up in the backs of trucks
It′s my idiosyncrasy
Know I don't give a fuck
I′m withering on bended knee
If there's a lesson to be learned
I haven't learnt it yet
I′ve found no meaning in these
Sacraments and bayonets

Voiceless colossus
Steering life right off a hidden ledge
Sometimes when I see them die
I wish it had been me instead
I can′t deny it when I try
It's just a strange appeal
Momentum building but there′s
Nobody behind the wheel


Don't tell me it′ll be alright
I'm sick of raging
At this slowly dying light
But all these memories you ignite
Passing me faster
Through each flashing traffic light

If it were up to me
Maybe I′d find a better way
Go off to wilt alone
And curl up in some alleyway
That kind of pride has been
Denied to me so here I bow
I only wish to save myself
But find I don't know how

Don't tell me it′ll be alright
I′m sick of raging
At this slowly dying light
But all these memories you ignite
Passing me faster
Through each flashing traffic light

I'm already lost
Dying in October frost
I′m already lost


Don't tell me it′ll be alright
I'm sick of raging
At this slowly dying light
But all these memories you ignite
Passing me faster
Through each flashing traffic light