Weapons Songtext
von Villainy
Weapons Songtext
There′s a shallow part of me that dreams of ruling the world
Shut up, here alone with a harem of girls
When I look all around, the pieces pulling together
I know the end will come no matter what the endeavor
Lately I've been feeling like a rat in a maze
I keep running and running around in circles for days
My time is running out and the surface is thin
All the lights start to fade as the walls cave in
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
It′s the blackest of days
And the whitest of places
We're all trying to be winners But we're so fucking faceless
We want the least responsibility, the greatest reward
Set up for the future by locking the doors
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
Then I′ll start counting acres instead of counting sheep
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
Then I′ll start counting acres instead of counting sheep
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
Then I'm back counting acres and I′m counting sheep
Shut up, here alone with a harem of girls
When I look all around, the pieces pulling together
I know the end will come no matter what the endeavor
Lately I've been feeling like a rat in a maze
I keep running and running around in circles for days
My time is running out and the surface is thin
All the lights start to fade as the walls cave in
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
It′s the blackest of days
And the whitest of places
We're all trying to be winners But we're so fucking faceless
We want the least responsibility, the greatest reward
Set up for the future by locking the doors
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
Then I′ll start counting acres instead of counting sheep
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
Then I′ll start counting acres instead of counting sheep
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
I, I, I will always see, see, see
The disillusion shaping your reality
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
If the weapons of war mean I get a good sleep
Then I'm back counting acres and I′m counting sheep
Writer(s): Neill Malcolm Fraser, Thomas Linden S. Watts, James Scholz, David Johnston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com