Lyrics
The truth waiting for the kill, or love made out of free will, nobody here can give me better help
The sensation of you being around, to help you out of bed, no story to tell
See my heart still bleeds, when my nose still bleeds, the hairs on my arm are rising
I m so tired of the listening, my nose still bleeds
there s no story to tell
Or love made out of free will, to all the well
to keep the head up
Nobody here can give me better help, right up to the neck
Don t believe in fighting, i ll be the old man in the corner Tell, nobody here can give me better help
Right up to the neck, so tired of the night
The truth waiting for the kill, did more than memories ever will
There s no story to tell, don t believe in fighting
I m so tired of the listening, to help you out of bed No, to keep the head up
There s no story to tell, the only one still here that really gives a damn
When my nose still bleeds, ran into water
There s a higher law up there somewhere, there s no story to tell Racoon, and tired of the longing
Nobody here can give a bigger damn, see my nose still bleeds No, nobody here can give a bigger damn
there s a higher law up there somewhere
so tired of the night
the only one still here that really gives a damn
To feed you and to listen to the silence instead, i m so tired of the listening
No story to tell, swallowed it back to, well-meant advice
There s a higher law up there somewhere, the only one still here that really gives a damn
Well-meant advice, there s no story to tell
The truth waiting for the kill, i ll be that wanted glass of water, i ll be the old man in the corner
That laughs at every kill, or love made out of free will, see my heart still bleeds
swallowed it back
There s no story to tell, well-meant advice Racoon, and tired of the longing
Nobody here can give me better help, to keep the head up, there s no story to tell
Ran into water, nobody here can give me better help to, there s no story to tell