SIRENS

I'm thinking 'bout girls on white horses with angelic voices

They're luring me in with their song, oh, what could go wrong...

Soft mist

Red leaves

Frost lingers on the trees And my armour

The keeper of a heart

That keeps me going under

I kind of like it by myself

Where no one else could reach me I'm no longer

The keeper of a heart

That keeps me going under

My mind cannot be occupied, sell out your kind

I'm thinking 'bout girls on white horses with angelic voices

They're luring me in with their song

I'm thinking 'bout boys talking poison in elegant noises

They scream till their voices are gone, oh, what could go wrong?

I don't....

I don't believe in me, sometimes I feel defeat

Left out to bleed in the street of your hypocrisy

You're plaguing me, I tried to leave but you won't let go

Conspiring, it's a means to an end

Making fires just to start again

It's kind of nice here by myself

Building up dust on the shelf

No longer a dull imposter

I'm thinking 'bout girls on white horses with angelic voices

They're luring me in with their song

I'm thinking 'bout boys talking poison in elegant noises

They scream till their voices are gone, oh, what could go wrong?

I'm left with nothing

As the grounds lays above me

In a grave with no name

Where no one else will remember

Forgotten here forever

If I can't die in peace

I'll live in pain

If I can't die in peace

I'll live in pain

I'm thinking 'bout girls on white horses with angelic voices

They're luring me in with their song

I'm thinking 'bout boys talking poison in elegant noises

They scream till their voices are gone, oh, what could go wrong?