paroles de chanson Plastic Bottles & Tubs - Pseudo

Rusted and broken down
Gonna take my life alone
From my bleeding heart to my face
It's gonna be a simple sound
Broken and rusted out
No function or a purpose
From my bleeding heart to my face
It's never ever a simple sound

You ain't gonna find the message
We're not gonna be left to mess with on a cold dark day in the rain
We're not the kings or the bastards of no one
You mean something to someone even on a cold dark day in the rain

This is my life's abode
Hungry on life support
Everything that I have learned is engraved in my bleeding heart
Miserable and thirsty for the things that I have worked so hard for
But I switch to the garden grove
It's from my heart to my bleeding face

So when you say your prayers make sure you're in it for the right one at the right time
Because you never know when you're going to leave this place behind