Album Name : The Slow Rythyms of a Dead-Beat
Release Date : 2012-09-11
Song Duration : 3:07
Deserters Stoke The Fire
Why do I do this to myself? I leech off the dreams of
someone else.
Wanting to be part of your perfect lives, just so I can
feel “alive.” And
it’s killing you inside, just to keep up the fight. You
took a shot in the
dark and I can’t see the light. I don’t need another
excuse, to hate all
the things I do. I told you I could help, then dragged
you to my private
hell… with your hopes and desires in tow. Stoke the fire,
so I won’t be
cold. This place is never-ending. Soon you’ll learn to
call it home. Stoke
the fire, so I won’t be cold. Stoke the fire… burn it
all. Soon, there
will be nothing more than lies left. You smile, just to
pretend you don’t
share a bed with death. But, I am holding you close and
you know, it feels
so good for anyone to want you in this hole. And it’s
killing you inside.
You’re no longer able to hope for flight. You took a shot
in the dark and
now you can’t see the light. Why do I do this to myself?
I leech off the
dreams of someone else.
You know as well as I, that it’s killing you inside.