A Couple of Reasons Songtext
von Colour of Fire
A Couple of Reasons Songtext
I′m always picking all the faults in the world,
Now every animal I kill is a failure.
I've heard you saying things are getting to me
I think I′m crunching every tooth in my head out.
Machines are ready to take over our worth,
And black'n'white are just a couple of reasons.
I feel redundant and my skin starts to shed,
All parts and pieces are now fully functional, yeah.
(Carbon) devils in me
(Carbon) devils in me
Can I absorb it will it soak through my skin?,
Do you know where I can get that love from?
I get exited and my heart starts to shake,
I think I′m kissing all the collagen out of you, yeah.
(Carbon) devils in me
(Carbon) devils in me
How could this happen?, I can′t understand.
The modernist methods were all close to hand.
How is it healing? - your face lift gone wrong...
I don't need you to tie my shoes,
You don′t get it and you never will.
You sit tight for a couple of years.
You live life in fucking reverse,
Force feed us, fill us with fear,
I'll die a volunteer,
Sat still with my fist in the air,
I′ll rip the stitches from the heart I wear...
(Carbon) devils in me
(Come home) devils in me.
Now every animal I kill is a failure.
I've heard you saying things are getting to me
I think I′m crunching every tooth in my head out.
Machines are ready to take over our worth,
And black'n'white are just a couple of reasons.
I feel redundant and my skin starts to shed,
All parts and pieces are now fully functional, yeah.
(Carbon) devils in me
(Carbon) devils in me
Can I absorb it will it soak through my skin?,
Do you know where I can get that love from?
I get exited and my heart starts to shake,
I think I′m kissing all the collagen out of you, yeah.
(Carbon) devils in me
(Carbon) devils in me
How could this happen?, I can′t understand.
The modernist methods were all close to hand.
How is it healing? - your face lift gone wrong...
I don't need you to tie my shoes,
You don′t get it and you never will.
You sit tight for a couple of years.
You live life in fucking reverse,
Force feed us, fill us with fear,
I'll die a volunteer,
Sat still with my fist in the air,
I′ll rip the stitches from the heart I wear...
(Carbon) devils in me
(Come home) devils in me.
Writer(s): Mathew Lunn, Stuart Jones, Owen Richards, Thomas Craigen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com