The Receiving End of Sirens все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping
A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins
They're all perfect models of imperfection
With marrow made of cellophane

Strap on your ballroom best
Breathe in and don't exhale
Oh, Juliet! Oh, Juliet!

I watched my guilt blossom before me
Like a tender shoot
With thirsty roots
O’ how my garden grows
The shameful seeds I’ve sown
I watched its stems sprawl above me
Its dark shadow cast its cloud around me
But I can live with it

Warden's calling for a lockdown, baby
So he'll call on interim inequities
This is the last night in my body;
Assist in the escape
Warden's calling on a jailbreak, baby
So he'll fly like only a jailbird could
he'll fly like only a jailbird could

I've got this little itch that I never learned to scratch
It seems that even if I had, I'd rather itch than not
When the pleasure is the lesser and it's giving to the pressure
Of an ever growing lust and an always present want

All this is yours so here's your piece of it, your part in it
Clench your jaws
With claws, you'll strangle it, you'll smother it

Hook, line and sinker
Your smoke and mirrors
Won't ever take the bait
I'll never fall for those formats and figures
Your greedy fingers won't ever get their hands on me

The wolves wear the wool of the sheep they have fooled
And preach their code of conduct:

Hook, line and sinker
Your smoke and mirrors
Won't ever take the bait
I'll never fall for those formats and figures
Your greedy fingers won't ever get their hands on me

The wolves wear the wool
Of the sheep they have fooled

Son, I'm sorry for this world,
And all the awful things she'll do to you.
If you only knew what you'd endure before you were born,
I haven't got a single doubt,
You would have not come out,
And I would have known it was for the better.

You'll be raped of any evidence,

From the manger to the morgue
Strangers are born and reborn
Giving birth to the wages of sin...
and claiming it came from within

Within me there's a gaping hole
And it seems I'm last to know
And no one, or thing, can fill this empty space

Baby boy had a big old heart
Large enough to tear apart
Split evenly in two
Evenly in two

Mom and Dad had a rocky start
Too much head, too little heart
Soon one turned into two

Look alive, gentlemen
Or fake your deaths; your wounds undressed beneath your costumes.
Some are so well rehearsed
For hearses it hurts, always the first to wave the white flag
And barricade themselves
In false pretenses, fox holed in trenches.
Forged casualties with casual pleas,
Dying to please the enemy

Your gross fabrication of pretense could bore,
Yet still I fall victim to syntax omitted,
Just shy of something I could understand
So blissful, I press on to the sound of the organs
Playing their most convincing tunes
As they serenade to the parade of paid-off parts

And now the only thing left to discuss is

Men are waiting patiently;
Remove me from the scene,
A sea of faceless souls in suits.
A sight for eyes, like thumbs;
Sore, crooked, and bow and foul relief.

You have been exposed.

And all of my time was wasted
In filling a void between now and then
I felt fatigue and complacent
Tell me something sweet
Lull me back to sleep
Cause the place I thought I was
No longer is