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partiallyryebread-p - midnight كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]

i’m aware of the things i have done
the cards on the table were mine
albeit divine
it would have been fine
if what had emerged wasn’t what i expected

i’m aware of the blood on my hands
the gun on the table is c_cked
the door wasn’t locked
i would have been shocked
if what i had seen wasn’t what i had dreaded

[chorus]

people with priorities are nothing to authorities
who’ve not seen what i have
the devil’s in the details
nothing’s left but entrails
get me out of my head

rising from my predetermined faith and immorality
this gun my acolyte
i wanna do what’s right
but nothing good ever happens after midnight
[verse 2]

tear apart the divine with your hands
the road is obscured up ahead
i should be dead
let me prove i have bled
this grief isn’t what i had ever wanted

i’ve forgotten who i used to be
a maze of these old memories
a stout devotee
a lock to a key
a nightmare i can’t get to stop repeating

[chorus]

people with priorities are nothing to authorities
who’ve not seen what i have
the devil’s in the details
nothing’s left but entrails
get me out of my head

rising from my predetermined faith and immorality
this gun my acolyte

[bridge]
to be worthy is to save those you can
but what happens when i do not?
to recover is to be sound of mind
but i need to recover what i have forgot

to be pious is to want [?] you should
but what happens when i cannot?
to the old me, who for good once had fought
at the end of the line my resolve has been wrought

[chorus]

people with priorities are nothing to authorities
who’ve not seen what i have
the devil’s in the details
nothing’s left but entrails
get me out of my head

rising from my predetermined faith and immorality
this gun my acolyte
i wanna do what’s right
but nothing good ever happens after midnight

people with priorities are nothing to authorities
who’ve not seen what i have
the devil’s in the details
nothing’s left but entrails
get me out of my head
rising from my predetermined faith and immorality
this gun my acolyte
i wanna do what’s right
but nothing good ever happens after midnight

- partiallyryebread p

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