Anberlin - 08. Reclusion (2009 Blueprints For City Friendships: The Anberlin Anthology) | Текст песни

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• Anberlin
• 08. Reclusion (2009 Blueprints For City Friendships: The Anberlin Anthology)

There's someone inside me that softly kills everyone around

They don't know they're dead to me cause intent never makes a sound

All along they found us strangled, lovers have learned from slower hands

With these eleven minutes I could teach you what I am

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

There's a knot of seclusion, production, and depression

If a stranger turns up missing, this song is my confession

Tell the tales of the trail of dead, lovers learn from slower hands

Losing self in myself, inner demons make demands

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're suffocating me, so very hard to breathe

My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide

You're sick, sick as all the secrets that you deny

Sins like skeletons are so very hard to hide