Bastard Lyrics
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Album | State: Depression(2019) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Labels | Independent |
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5. Bastard (4:53)
The paint has cracked the ceiling
Again you've breached the wall of feelings
What I've been building all my life
Those goddamn bottles
Broken man amidst the clutter
Hollow-eyed raving coward
Spit dripping down the throne that
Crumbles under your dead weight
Your pose is so right
I might as well go over the line
And punish you
Come hell or high water
I give up, I give up, I give up, I give up
So pick it up I want to shove this down to your throat
I wanna cut you 'til I see that all the feelings pour out
A sad excuse for a man I'm sure is all I'll get
So I will do it just to make amends to my regrets
Too long and proud you've stood
A man with nothing to loose
My revenge is served cold
Your world will burn
Crawl
fucking crawl
fucker crawl
I said crawl
The disappointment I see in you has left me blind
I've lost so many times that I've long lost count
Even if I reach those feelings they ain't there
I feel forgotten, lost, dumb
Those goddamn bottles
Broken man amidst the clutter
Hollow-eyed raving coward
Spit dripping down the throne that
Crumbles under your dead weight
Your pose is so right
I might as well go over the line
And punish you
Come hell or high water
I give up, I give up, I give up, I give up
I give up
And now you stop
I give up
So pick it up I want to shove this down to your throat
I wanna cut you 'til I see that all the feelings pour out
A sad excuse for a man I'm sure is all I'll get
So I will do it just to make amends to my regrets
Too long and proud you've stood
A man with nothing to loose
My revenge is served cold
Your world will burn
Crawl
fucking crawl
fucker crawl
I said crawl
Again you've breached the wall of feelings
What I've been building all my life
Those goddamn bottles
Broken man amidst the clutter
Hollow-eyed raving coward
Spit dripping down the throne that
Crumbles under your dead weight
Your pose is so right
I might as well go over the line
And punish you
Come hell or high water
I give up, I give up, I give up, I give up
So pick it up I want to shove this down to your throat
I wanna cut you 'til I see that all the feelings pour out
A sad excuse for a man I'm sure is all I'll get
So I will do it just to make amends to my regrets
Too long and proud you've stood
A man with nothing to loose
My revenge is served cold
Your world will burn
Crawl
fucking crawl
fucker crawl
I said crawl
The disappointment I see in you has left me blind
I've lost so many times that I've long lost count
Even if I reach those feelings they ain't there
I feel forgotten, lost, dumb
Those goddamn bottles
Broken man amidst the clutter
Hollow-eyed raving coward
Spit dripping down the throne that
Crumbles under your dead weight
Your pose is so right
I might as well go over the line
And punish you
Come hell or high water
I give up, I give up, I give up, I give up
I give up
And now you stop
I give up
So pick it up I want to shove this down to your throat
I wanna cut you 'til I see that all the feelings pour out
A sad excuse for a man I'm sure is all I'll get
So I will do it just to make amends to my regrets
Too long and proud you've stood
A man with nothing to loose
My revenge is served cold
Your world will burn
Crawl
fucking crawl
fucker crawl
I said crawl
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State: Depression - Lyrics
1. State: Confusion Lyrics | 2. Blacklist Lyrics |
3. Toxicate Lyrics | 4. Collapse Lyrics |
▶ 5. Bastard Lyrics | 6. Danse Macabre Lyrics |
7. Blue Morpho Lyrics | 8. Red Admiral Lyrics |
9. State: Conclusion Lyrics |
State: Depression - Album Credits
Members
- Madis "Mad" Velström : Vocals
- Allan Sermann : Guitars
- Harley Säde : Guitars
- Henrik "Mütt" Mütt : Bass
- Juuso Laukkanen : Drums
Other staff
- Juha Koppala : Mixing, Mastering Engineer
- Fengarm : Cover Artwork
- Reet Velström : Booklet Illustrations