Crowbait Songtext
von The Bled

Street vulture, you lost it in a hailstorm of lies
The making song, under your pen and every word you wrote
Before the crows took the homing that they called out for me
Ever learner, still running that broken mouth of yours
Over broken promises

Masquerade with the walking dead, you don′t look the same
Absent face with a guarded slouch, you weren't built this way
You weren′t built this way

They took their aim, exposed evidence
They washed their hands of this ordeal
Silenced your pleas, the gap be seen


Vain crush soul, you dove and burst into a shallow grave
What drove you to this?
Now this guilt will plague my nights
Dream burner, I never said that you were a lost cause
Ever bitter, still running away on a crooked path
As crooked as your spine

Empty shell of someone I once knew, you don't speak the same
Slipping back into familiar coma, you won't die in vain
You won′t die in vain

I′ll carry your dead weight 'til I fall, victim to my own vices
Dead weight, I′ll carry yours 'til I fall flat on my own face
Still trying to kill all the ones you
Claim left a hole in your perfect life
Still running away from the only arms who wanted you as one

If you were the only good thing left in this good for nothing town
Help me clean my filthy conscience so
I can get on with my pointless life

If you were the only good thing left in this good for nothing town