Alexisonfire "No Rest" |
We greet each day with bloodshot eyes The dirt of our labor still clingin� to our hands Filled with our warped intentions The tread of our shoes filled with foreign sands The sun laughs in all our faces It shows a world that we can�t save So now, armed with blades in hand We cut a path from birth to grave We don�t know where we�re going But we know that we�re getting there No rest for the blessed Long life for the wicked We don�t think like you think And we move like no one moves With a song on our lips, across the land Born to traverse We don�t think like you think And we move like no one moves With a song on our lips, across the land Born to traverse We don�t know where we�re going But we know, we�re getting there No rest for the blessed Long life for the wicked Like a car crash Like a landmine Like mixing drugs, we are dangerous Like a snake�s tooth Like thin ice Like mixing blood, we are dangerous No rest for the blessed Long life for the wicked Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |