KUNST, CULTUUR EN MYTHOLOGIE

KUNST, CULTUUR, MYTHOLOGIE
OMLIJST DOOR MUZIEK

donderdag 14 februari 2013

Like the taste of ash that I can't get rid of



Scratched-out windows and obscenities scrawled all along the sidewalk in crumbling white chalk
Dirty hands and whiskey breath, think I'm starting to hate myself
Cuz when I look in the mirror at the end of each night
I don't see exactly what I'd like (What I'd like)

You make hell feel like home
You kept me waiting for so long
Til everything is dead and gone
Stripped of flesh, and left with bone
You left me here with no way home
You left me here with no way home

I drink my dirty water
And I breathe my filthy air
The world's outside my window
I don't got time to spare
What you taught is bitter
Like the taste of ash that I can't get rid of
The days are a little darker because of what we know
Nothing lasts forever
Even innocence grows to be old

You make hell feel like home
You kept me waiting for so long
Til everything is dead and gone
Stripped of flesh, and left with bone
You left me here with no way home
You left me here with no way home

The ghost inside my head keeps singing those sold-out worn-out songs
Reminding me of places where the heart, it never stops
And I can't seem to close my eyes
Every day that passes, something else inside me dies

You make hell feel like home
You kept me waiting for so long
Til everything is dead and gone
Stripped of flesh, and left with bone
You left me here with no way home
You left me here with no way home

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