Stones Throw Songtext
von Sister Sin
Stones Throw Songtext
Deliver me your darkest hour
And let me tell you this; "Laughter don′t deform this face no more"
Nothing left here worth to savor
You know it come to this, the time to leave you with scars
Scars from the past, dear mother
Hope it hurts you to know I came out stronger
No headstone or cross; no prayers, no God
A shallow grave is all there be to your memory
Make no mistake; I'll be better off this way
You never brought this bastard down, my will be done
Say again but don′t come closer
Silence when you speak to me!
Seasons pass and I've grown colder
Tables turn and cards play out, ain't it ironic how
How life came about, dear mother
In the end it′s just you, it′s you who'll suffer
No headstone or cross; no prayers, no God
A shallow grave is all there be to your memory
Make no mistake; I′ll be better off this way
You never brought this bastard down, my will be done
My will be done
No pity or shame, forgiveness nor blame
Just history fading away
Spare me the lies, all the tears and your trials
Stones lay as thrown, like you would know
No headstone or cross; no prayers, no God
A shallow grave is all there be to your memory
Make no mistake; I'll be better off this way
You never brought this bastard down
No pity and scars in my body and heart
No monument or sympathy to your memory
Make no mistake; I′m well off and on my way
You never brought this bastard down, my will be done
My will be done
And let me tell you this; "Laughter don′t deform this face no more"
Nothing left here worth to savor
You know it come to this, the time to leave you with scars
Scars from the past, dear mother
Hope it hurts you to know I came out stronger
No headstone or cross; no prayers, no God
A shallow grave is all there be to your memory
Make no mistake; I'll be better off this way
You never brought this bastard down, my will be done
Say again but don′t come closer
Silence when you speak to me!
Seasons pass and I've grown colder
Tables turn and cards play out, ain't it ironic how
How life came about, dear mother
In the end it′s just you, it′s you who'll suffer
No headstone or cross; no prayers, no God
A shallow grave is all there be to your memory
Make no mistake; I′ll be better off this way
You never brought this bastard down, my will be done
My will be done
No pity or shame, forgiveness nor blame
Just history fading away
Spare me the lies, all the tears and your trials
Stones lay as thrown, like you would know
No headstone or cross; no prayers, no God
A shallow grave is all there be to your memory
Make no mistake; I'll be better off this way
You never brought this bastard down
No pity and scars in my body and heart
No monument or sympathy to your memory
Make no mistake; I′m well off and on my way
You never brought this bastard down, my will be done
My will be done
Writer(s): David Christopher Sundberg, Jimmy Antero Hiltula Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
