paroles de chanson Black Crows - Chris Holland

Six black crows fly overhead
The underlying feeling that there′s danger up ahead
Swerve our way through traffic
Like another demographic
Trying to ignore the sense of dread
Will our worlds come to a standstill?
When we're old and lose the feeling of thrill?
Will the six crows all be shot down by a loose cannon looking for a kill?
I wanna rush the halls and pretend I′m someone I'm not
I wanna stand in line until it's my time to be caught
I′m wearing a mask to hide the deadhead hidden inside
I′m faking a smile in the back of another controlled joyride
The world is not enough
When you are sick of acting tough
And they will start to call your bluff
Will you ever find a saviour?
When your comely behaviour
Starts doing you disfavours
I wanna rush the halls and pretend I'm someone I′m not
I wanna stand in line until it's my time to be caught
I′m wearing a mask to hide the deadhead hidden inside
I'm faking a smile in the back of another controlled joyride
I′m firing blanks into the sun
Night will fall by the time I'm done
What's the point in a war when you′ve already won
And the aftermath has already begun
I wanna rush the halls and pretend I′m someone I'm not
I wanna stand in line until it′s my time to be caught
I'm wearing a mask to hide the deadhead hidden inside
I′m faking a smile in the back of another controlled joyride
Six black crows fly overhead
Proof that this is already dead