Before Braille - Gathering (acoustic) - Lyrics, Similar artists

Kishore Kumar Hits — Before Braille - Gathering (acoustic) lyrics

Artist: Before Braille

album: Spring Cleaning

Shovels come bury me
Bind my hands and hold my feet
Nobody's coming
No one will dig me out
Put the fear in blood
In every pulse and ounce
(Can't believe I just said that)
My resolve
Keep me free
I try my luck
Or let luck try me
They think that they are winning
Going in headfirst
A head start for the hearse
Nobody's coming
Keep swinging ropes unwound
(Where dangling feet are found)
If they can build you up
Then they can tear you down (Like a wrecking ball, man)
(Set her down)
A medal for each heart you bereave
(Nice try!)
Absolved
Rest assured the pardon you seek
Is nothing when something is brittle
And soon crumbling
(Held tight!)
Hands on
The hearts flatlining
Why solve what's proved in a battle
We'll have your head on our mantel
The fittest depends on survival
The rich get out quick when they're liable
A point of significance (Here)
Rests on a group of whims (Here)
Give me a hand for a handle
I'll give it back when I'm stable
Write it on your arm
With ink that doesn't bleed
Hope it doesn't wash off before it serves its need
Gotta add some sand
To stall the hourglass
Confetti as serrated blades and loose skin for a map
(Too late)
Be brave while your wound stings
Clean first to scab
(Too late)
Nothing's ever smooth, so it's worth another stab
(Too late)
Cutting in then held out by arthroscopy clamps
Pros and cons tallied equally

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