Deviate Songtext
von Groundculture

Dead history keeps repeating itself on me
I almost feel like I′m not quite coping

You've got me under a spell
But that don′t mean that I'm weak
I haven't slept now for days and it′s been one hell of a week
And I′m climbing, I'm climbing the walls
Now I swear that I heard your voice when I was in free fall

Wake up
What world have we been living in
Oh, creator, I′m seeking solace in this
Strike the match, I've got a whole new perspective

Dead history keeps repeating itself on me
I almost feel like I′m not quite coping
Dead history keeps repeating itself on me
I'm still half cut with a wound wide open


I′m not done here, there's still a long way to climb
Turn back your clocks for me
I'm not done here, this could be so much more divine
Turn back your clocks for me

You′ve got me under a spell
But that don′t mean that I'm weak
I haven′t slept now for days and it's been one hell of a week
And I′m climbing, I'm climbing the walls
Now I swear that I heard your voice when I was in free fall

Wake up
What world have we been living in
Oh, creator, I′m seeking solace in this
Strike the match, I've got a whole new perspective

Dead history keeps repeating itself on me
I'm still half cut with a wound wide open

This dead history has got me wrapped up in my head
Its got me wrapped up
Its got me wrapped up in my head
Its got me wrapped up