What I've Done Songtext
von Hazelord

Vent to a public made of rocks
Make it something that cannot be charged
I′ve been sleeping on each gestures that've made her cry
I know you could reach such a prestige by now
But you′ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what I've done
To what I've done

Instantly, I fall for bear traps
Feel they′re not effective
I want more handwritten lips
I will curse and babble the words of your favorite prophet
Burn down your dullest birds beneath grass
So you′ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what I've done

If I′m a gift from above, I must be Satan's spawn
And any speech just show how much of a liar you are
For all that′s gold before I touch it
For wars I've won, but never acknowledged
For some nights, royal your mind I will call
But you′ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what I've done
To what I've done


(Alright)
I dreamt of a prince′s own tone deaf heart
When I failed to die at higher points
I′ve got ankles for the cheapest plastic roads
And the nerves for the ideal pain, of course
You will never ever, ever, ever get even close to-

Two times' good enough, a mother said
To ignore what one′s glad of
But I've stopped reading her bellicose poems
When hopes were dwarf trees
An UPA hazelnut, drooling acid
So you′ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what I've done

If I′m a gift from above, I must be Satan's spawn
And any speech just show how much of a liar you are
For careful tears on sweet anarchist cheeks
For music mediocre to deaf ears
For countless months, impure your heart I'll call
But you′ll never ever, ever, ever get even close to what I′ve done
To what I've done


(1... 2... 1, 2, 3, 4)
I′m obsoletely, so modernly cruel
Insufficiently, excessively fierce
Take me out on Neptune, it's deadly this time of year
Chalkboard City, my nails grow faster
A cleanable crowbar, for the besmirched flesh of mine
I wish, I wish, then I fall

If I′m a gift from above, I must be Satan's spawn
And any speech just show how much of a liar you are
My bleaker gown and the most immoral mask I know
Could never numb any forearm I′ve anyway ripped off

For sold out daguerrotype phalanges
For soles made out of doormats remarried
For one night, my wish won't be ruination
But you'll never ever, ever, ever get even close
No, you′ll never ever, ever, ever get even close
You′ll never ever, ever, ever get even close
To what I've done
To what I′ve done
To what I've done
To what I′ve done
To what I've done