Текст песни Poets Of The Fall - Fire
Poets Of The Fall - Fire слова песни
Текст песни Poets Of The Fall - Fire
It's a bit like a trip, but you hit it with a slip of a tongue, like a whip, and we're sinking, itain't cool to be cool, though you may think it a laudable tool of self evaluation, of egocultivation, n' I'm rolling my eyes like the stones for the lies, is it really all about the size orjust a simple vice...Oh, and it makes the newsOh, cos it sings the blues( )I feel the fire flare alight inside meHigher so I can seeN' aspire to survive this fight in spite ofLiars and travestyOh fireDid you think that I'd blink, that I'd go and take the ink to your control, that I'd sell my soul,and does it ring any bells that it sells that we're living out of shells in a shotgun, if wecouldn't shoot, we'd have to run, and finally the cerebral fantasy, better genes and machines, so wecan die looking like we're teens, like snapshot scenes in smithereens...Oh, and the ones we chooseOh, witch hunting foolsI feel the fire...Look there it is in the news again, yeahThere it goes singing the blues againFire flare alight inside me...Fire, return my joy cos I'm soTired, tired of meInspire the weary eyed to see theIre and IronyOh fire