Ales Music Sampler - 04 (0000) by Various Artists (보컬) on maniadb.com

On a string...

On a string...

On a string, I was held.
The way I move, can you tell?
My actions are orchestrated from above.
So I swing and I sway.
Wave my hand, kick my leg,
And it is always right with the music.

"Until all that swaying starts to make you sick..."

For a song I was bought,
Now I lie when I talk
With a careful eye on the cue card.
Onto a stage I was pushed,
With my sorrow well rehearsed.
So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it)

"We used to think that sound was something pure..."

If I could act like
This was my real life,
And not some cage where I've been placed,
Well then, I could tell you
The truth like I used to
And not be afraid of sounding fake.

Now all anyone's listening for are the mistakes!


(Ah, I'm sorry!)

(Oh, it's okay, it's okay)


1, 2, 3,
1, 2, 3!

In a house by myself,
I hear the ice start to melt,
And I'll watch rooftops weep for the sunlight.
And I know what must change,
Fuck my face. Fuck my name,
They are brief and false advertisements...

...For a soul I don't have.
Something true I have lacked
And spent my whole life trying to make up for.
But I found in a song
And in the people I love,
They will lift me up out of darkness.

And now my door, it stands open,
I'm inviting everyone in.
We're gonna laugh,
We're gonna drink until the morning comes.
That's what we're gonna to do...
Come on!! Come on!!

I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
we can cap the old times make playing only logical harm
we can cap the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change
well she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad
she can read she can read she can read she's bad
oh she's bad
but it’s different now
that I’m poor and ageing
I’ll never see this face again
you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
we could find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
we could top the old times clay-making and nothing else will change
but she can read she can read she can read she can read she's bad
she can read she can read she can read she's bad
oh she's bad
it's different now that I’m poor and ageing
I’ll never see this place againyou'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
but it's different now that I’m poor and ageing
I’ll never see this place again
you'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
it's in the way that she poses
it's in the things that she puts in my hair
her stories are boring and stuff
she’s always calling my bluff
she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart
and she gets in my room and she takes it apart
she puts the weights into my little heart
I say she puts the weights into my little heart
she packs it away
it’s in the way that she was
her heaven is never enough
she puts the weights in my heart
she puts the she puts the weights into my little heart