sepulchre Songtext
von fawn practice

I′m not looking down the iron sights
Not a part of your designer paradise, paradise, paradise
The powerlines'll ground my waist
I′m not looking down the iron sights
I won't look into your iris's powerlines, powerlines, powerlines
Paradise is far away

It keeps glaring back at me
Pull back the rock and shut the iron gate
My angels unwaveringly remain
Whatever takes the edge off all this weight

(I′m not part of your designer paradise, paradise, paradise)
(Powerlines′ll ground my waist)

I'm not looking down the iron sights
Not a part of your designer paradise, paradise, paradise
Powerlines′ll ground my waist

(I won't look into your iris′s powerlines, powerlines, powerlines)
(Paradise is far away)


Rose-tinted glasses through my iron sights
Tomorrow I'll still pick a fight
And I aim straight for your head in a heart-shaped scope

(Leave it alone!)
(h-h-h-Heart heart heart)
And I aim straight for your head in a heart-shaped scope

It keeps staring back at me
It haunts my every dream
I wanna steal a piece of heaven
I wanna give you every piece of me
If you′d want us to be seen
If I could show you how to feel
When this catastrophe's revealed
It's not impossible to be a part of
Everything you′d ever want, I know
I know you want to die
And I don′t want to see you go
Oh, if you want to spare my life
I wouldn't save a day, oh