Testo Liminal - Belmont

Testo della canzone Liminal (Belmont), tratta dall'album Liminal

I should've known that I would fuck this up again
Too busy running from these demons in my head
I don't really wanna believe
But I know, everybody will eventually reap what they sow
All the strings that are pulling on me
I would've never agreed
But that's what happens when things are outgrown
I learned that the further on back that you look
You'll find even bigger mistakes and get hooked
I guess it got harder for me to let it go it
But, it seems I gotta find me a future outlook
I just blame myself for how you came, you went
I can't seem to bury feelings in the graves we choice to dig
I'm just over it all
If I can recall, you told me that the faster I fall
The faster you'll crawl to watch me undo
I should've known that I would fuck this up again
Too busy running from these demons in my head
I won't forget it
The walls are painted with all my thoughts
That feel so tainted from my frustration that sits and rots!
Face down on the floor again
Nobody understands the pain that I keep in
It never ends
I won't forget it
The walls are painted with all my thoughts
That feel so tainted from my frustration
That sits and rots!
Stuck in place
I don't wanna lead myself astray
I don't really wanna be myself today
I can't compete with disarray
So, what's the point when I can't sort it out?
Got a hundred different ways that I can live in doubt
Losing everything and everyone I care about
When I'm down-and-out, feeling like déjà vu
I just blame myself for how you came, and went
I can't seem to bury feelings in the graves we choice to dig
I'm just over it all
If I can recall, you told me that the faster I fall
The faster you'll crawl to watch me undo
I should've known that I would fuck this up again
Too busy running from these demons in my head
I won't forget it
The walls are painted with all my thoughts
That feel so tainted from my frustration that sits and rots!
Face down on the floor again
Nobody understands the pain that I keep in
It never ends
I won't forget it
The walls are painted with all my thoughts
That feel so tainted from my frustration
That sits and rots!
I've gotta restart
I'm losing over and over again
'Cause I'm just done feeling empty
Done feeling guilty
I just wanna figure my shit out and bounce
Without a doubt!
(Without a doubt!) I should've known
Too busy running
I won't forget it
That feel so tainted
From my frustration that sits and rots
Face down on the floor again
Nobody understands the pain that I keep in
It never ends
I won't forget it
The walls are painted with all my thoughts
That feel so tainted from my frustration
That sits and rots!



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Lada, Jason Inguagiato, Taz Johnson
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