
two down - bombs
we used to understand each other
now we’re all misunderstood
we all claim to be fighting for the greater good
it’s ugly, ’cause you love me
but you wanna see me dead
i wish that we could talk it out
but there’s nothing to be said
with no dialogue, there’s no chance to repair
what you wanted from the start
in your eyes this is fair
devastation and despair
all replaced with fear
a crime, shedding blood instead of tears
i’m controlling my emotions
to you i was so devoted
until you cut me open with a knife
covered in poison that’s potent as i bleed from within
you sit back and watch with a sinister grin
are we all not kin?
do we all not sin?
now can you tell me, when one life ends
and another begins?
the cycle and circulation of death
forever spreading
presented to us through a tv like it’s nothing
with a heading like “x amount of dead”
and x amount of dead through the bloodshed
with snipers, shots to the head
tell me now, what will be said?
tell me now, what will be said
when x amount, x amount are dead?
x amount are dead through the bloodshed
with snipers, shots to the head
tell me now, what will be said?
can you tell me now, what will be said?
i didn’t think we’d lost this love
when all you’re doing’s dropping bombs
drop the bombs
i didn’t think we’d lost this love
when all you’re doing’s dropping bombs
drop the bombs
drop the bombs
drop the bombs
drop the__
(bombs)
(bombs)
(bombs)
(bombs)
(bombs)
there is (bombs)
a deafening sound (bombs)
all around (bombs)
and i can feel (bombs)
dust falling down (bombs)
and i’ve lost more (bombs)
than i can ever know (bombs)
i’m broken into pieces (bombs)
that fit into your arms (bombs)
and i drop bombs on everything
i drop bombs on me
so drop the bombs now
everything isn’t alright
drop the bombs now
in my mind (drop the bombs)
we pass grenades now (bombs)
into each other’s hands (bombs)
no time to argue (bombs)
no time to say thanks (bombs)
and this is where we are now (bombs)
cannot take it back (bombs)
we pass grenades now (bombs)
all waiting for the bang (bombs)
كلمات أغنية عشوائية
- of montreal - springtime is the season
- michael jackson - what goes around comes around
- leann rimes - the bottle let me down
- juelz santana - there it go (the whistle song)
- nancy sinatra - oh! you beautiful doll
- tech n9ne - niggas
- juelz santana - violence
- brian doerksen - enter the rest of god
- ilse delange - when
- keith urban - one chord song