Perilous Poetry Songtext
von Jack Daw
Perilous Poetry Songtext
Used to say words over and over again
I tried every aspect to formulate it, to concentrate it
Make me read up all
It′s no form of poetry
It's my truthful diary
I would not fear
I would not steer
I love you, but I hate it here
I spend, I yearn
I mend, I burn
Still, why can′t I ever learn?
I've seen your face before
I've seen you cry before
My insults span from black to white
It′s a dusty shit I write
But what I say is who I am
Yet another castle made from sand
I kick it down to clear my mind
Tomorrow work my head through the grind
I would not fear
I would not steer
I love you, but I hate it here
I spend, I yearn
I mend, I burn
Still, why can′t I ever learn?
I walk
I fear
I love you, but I hate it here
I spend
I yearn
Still, why can't I ever learn?
Hatred Beast
Please don′t be laughing
One more likely
The dark supply
Once again I'm in this armchair
With that need to stroke that black hair
One two three times I tried two times
My stories bruised my grandiose high
I would not fear
I would not steer
I love you, but I hate it here
I spend, I yearn
I mend, I burn
Still, why can′t I ever learn?
I walk
I fear
I spend
I yearn
Still, why can't I ever learn?
I tried every aspect to formulate it, to concentrate it
Make me read up all
It′s no form of poetry
It's my truthful diary
I would not fear
I would not steer
I love you, but I hate it here
I spend, I yearn
I mend, I burn
Still, why can′t I ever learn?
I've seen your face before
I've seen you cry before
My insults span from black to white
It′s a dusty shit I write
But what I say is who I am
Yet another castle made from sand
I kick it down to clear my mind
Tomorrow work my head through the grind
I would not fear
I would not steer
I love you, but I hate it here
I spend, I yearn
I mend, I burn
Still, why can′t I ever learn?
I walk
I fear
I love you, but I hate it here
I spend
I yearn
Still, why can't I ever learn?
Hatred Beast
Please don′t be laughing
One more likely
The dark supply
Once again I'm in this armchair
With that need to stroke that black hair
One two three times I tried two times
My stories bruised my grandiose high
I would not fear
I would not steer
I love you, but I hate it here
I spend, I yearn
I mend, I burn
Still, why can′t I ever learn?
I walk
I fear
I spend
I yearn
Still, why can't I ever learn?
Writer(s): Jonas Mikael Renvaktar, Magnus Anders Joakim Sedenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com