paroles de chanson Gentle Voices (feat. LongestSoloEver) - JT Music

Wherever you roam
Nothing beckons you home
Like gentle voices
Coming from within
Which are not your own
To guide you
And remind you
You're not alone

Ask yourself why
You decided to pop in
If droppin' by
Does not happen here often
This haven is haunted
Our graveyard - a garden
Now planted, we're plottin'
Uproot us - we're rotten
Forgotten, discarded
But not yet departed
Imprisoned, unpardoned
For crimes I had no part in
Now I'm beyond disarming
Just like a clock, you'rе runnin'
Because your time is comin'
Bеware the ides are marchin'

I'll be what they promised me
Anything I want to be
All I know is hatred
You cannot encase it as long as I got the keys
Thought you were their savior?
Nothing but a player, and the game is hard to see
Which I watch over in this role some would call "fatherly"
Rip them apart and stitch them together
Rivers of blood
This pain turned to pleasure
Rough are the hands of any inventor
And mine are fit to pit you against her

The gentle voices
Infest your mind
Your every choice is
By their design

You give them every answer
Get the question right
Do it all again until they get the one they like
Never see it comin'
Smoke in your eyes
Are you getting nervous?
(So was— so was—) So was I

Making a recovery
Thinking that they promised me a lie
I should have died
And now inside
I'm a trinity of suffering
We don't need them
You've got power
Take your freedom
Wait for the hour (hour, hour)

The gentle voices
Infest your mind
Your every choice is
By their design
Tortured and toyed with
Tear down the blinds
No more charade
The joy parade's not far behind

Please stay a while (come and find me)
To make a smile (would you kindly?)
If you love us, you can fix this
There's no doctor for my sickness
As fear begins to fester
All we can hear—

The gentle voices (what pleasant noises)
Infest your mind (you've invested in lies)
Your every choice is (so empty, pointless)
By their design (on assembly lines)
Tortured and toyed with (procured with poison)
Tear down the blinds (the ties that bind)
No more charade, the joy parade's not far behind