Songbirds

Copyright L0stKydz, all rights reserved [Into] [Verse] I know I’ve failed to decide… I’ve failed to be upfront with what’s going on in my life… Like you, I relied on my knife and the feelings of a toxic drug…Yours was a needle, and mine was love, both felt equal in the hands of us… [Pre-Chorus] Once the lights come on? And the whole world lets you know, That tonight's the night, lasts long… Causing prolonged farseeing memories, with all eyes on me… Too afraid to move, a weeping angel stuck in a bundle of nerves… Bundles up from my chest, as the butterflies are fluttering around again… Giving illusions, seeking the chance to speak… The words needed to overpower me… [Chorus] As the Songbirds are singing. Another bird cries… Singing the reception for the monster down below, my mind… Questioning all the things that I’ve said I’ve done… Is it all in the past? Or something that might come up? [Instrumental] I fell in love with a monster, a cold-screen, and it’s made of gold… My body's sore from just desiring something soulless… But I don’t care, I just want some more of it… [Verse] [Instrumental] I’ve been coerced to get inside of the hearse, like a curse, it was presented the worst, all to rehearse the lines I need to say in reverse… Filling it with lust, and thoughts of broken trust, a desire for a belief. I’ll never be enough… I failed to scream out that pain, failed to fight it… Leaving the wanting for more outta something, silent… [Pre-Chorus] Once the lights come on? And the whole world lets you know, That tonight's the night, lasts long… Causing prolonged farseeing memories, with all eyes on me… Too afraid to move, a weeping angel stuck in a bundle of nerves… Bundles up from my chest, as the butterflies are fluttering around again… Giving illusions, seeking the chance to speak… The words needed to overpower me… [Chorus] As the Songbirds are singing. Another bird cries… Singing the reception for the monster down below, my mind… Questioning all the things that I’ve said I’ve done… Is it all in the past? Or something that might come up? [Bridge] Tell me? What do you believe? Is there something? In life, you can be? Or are you? So toxic, hypnotic, the adverse of psychotic… A monster, a narcissist, causing it to be what you believe… [Instrumental] What you do is what you'll say… What you think is what you’ll assume… It's okay, you’ll repeat the same old mistake… Then the songs won’t go silent, they’ll be awake again… [Chorus] As the Songbirds are singing. Another bird cries… Singing the reception for the monster down below, my mind… Questioning all the things that I’ve said I’ve done… Is it all in the past? Or something that might come up? [Instrumental] I fell in love with a monster, a cold-screen, and it’s made of gold… My body's sore from just desiring something soulless… But I don’t care, I just want some more of it…