Silhouette by Muze Sikk Lyrics
Time will swallow up the rest
And While they’re swept in confusion
I refuse illusions ya
Your nothing more than the people you hate
The people you hate
The people you hate
Just another affirmation of dependence
Can’t stand alone beside the crowd without enchantments
It’s so common place
You ate that water
Now your loves exclusive and your heart is just a product
Your practically a silhouette
Following a shadow’s shadow
You profit off your battlе
Your logic is a tabloid
Tear down that monument to all the shit you built in placе of common sense
Profit driven
I need more than mentions
I need all the princes
Dependent on my principle of power
Pull over
And skip the balance
Blah blah blah
She keeps on counting the seconds down to the hour
Our pain
Is like a rainbow from yesterday
I still feel your touch
The fire of our passion is ashes; it’s tragic to some
Fame is a curse
Numbing your expectations
The Chaos of Aimless Thoughts
It’s not really much to be nothing more than mush
In the mouths of pigs complacent with basic knowledge
It’s hatred that you gotta compensate with
From the tower to the pavement
Shake your fist at others greatness
And stay plotting like a baby MF
And While they’re swept in confusion
I refuse illusions ya
Your nothing more than the people you hate
The people you hate
The people you hate
Just another affirmation of dependence
Can’t stand alone beside the crowd without enchantments
It’s so common place
You ate that water
Now your loves exclusive and your heart is just a product
Your practically a silhouette
Following a shadow’s shadow
You profit off your battlе
Your logic is a tabloid
Tear down that monument to all the shit you built in placе of common sense
Profit driven
I need more than mentions
I need all the princes
Dependent on my principle of power
Pull over
And skip the balance
Blah blah blah
She keeps on counting the seconds down to the hour
Our pain
Is like a rainbow from yesterday
I still feel your touch
The fire of our passion is ashes; it’s tragic to some
Fame is a curse
Numbing your expectations
The Chaos of Aimless Thoughts
It’s not really much to be nothing more than mush
In the mouths of pigs complacent with basic knowledge
It’s hatred that you gotta compensate with
From the tower to the pavement
Shake your fist at others greatness
And stay plotting like a baby MF