| Song | I'm Not Locked In Here With You, You're Trapped In Here With Me |
| Artist | Us, From Outside |
| Album | Inspired By The Threat Of Failure |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (With bated breath and bodies pouring from the sky, | |
| The tattered wings of angels not equipped to fly will block the sun). | |
| The black eyes of a stranger at my door, | |
| they gaze through me as he gracefully assures that he has come in peace | |
| and he will shortly be severing the arms of the traitors... the traitors. | |
| Before long we’ll be searching for the arms of the savior, | |
| it’s the wondering that makes this all so hard. | |
| (There’s not a fucking thing that we can do) | |
| We’re so alone, we need to change. | |
| It’s taken us so long, we had to find our way. | |
| We're so alone, we breathe the same. | |
| It's taken us so long we had to find our way. | |
| (Someone put this fucking fire out) | |
| So blindly, we’re put use. A dark cloud is the illusion. | |
| We are safe, we are safe.. Choiceless and erased. | |
| I wanna know what your intentions were. | |
| I wanna see right through your bitter skin. | |
| We’re so alone, we need to change. | |
| It’s taken us so long, we had to find our way. | |
| I am the one you heard about. | |
| Of dreams and of tyrants we’re falling out. | |
| Falling out. | |
| A light to guide us home, to change your life. | |
| When fate arrives, I will know. | |
| (This is the moment we pray for the souls missing, as I take the rage and go.... | |
| Too precious, let them go. I can’t, I’m far too sorted. | |
| I am now the new reaper, look forward to hell dear. Look forward to me) |
| With bated breath and bodies pouring from the sky, | |
| The tattered wings of angels not equipped to fly will block the sun. | |
| The black eyes of a stranger at my door, | |
| they gaze through me as he gracefully assures that he has come in peace | |
| and he will shortly be severing the arms of the traitors... the traitors. | |
| Before long we' ll be searching for the arms of the savior, | |
| it' s the wondering that makes this all so hard. | |
| There' s not a fucking thing that we can do | |
| We' re so alone, we need to change. | |
| It' s taken us so long, we had to find our way. | |
| We' re so alone, we breathe the same. | |
| It' s taken us so long we had to find our way. | |
| Someone put this fucking fire out | |
| So blindly, we' re put use. A dark cloud is the illusion. | |
| We are safe, we are safe.. Choiceless and erased. | |
| I wanna know what your intentions were. | |
| I wanna see right through your bitter skin. | |
| We' re so alone, we need to change. | |
| It' s taken us so long, we had to find our way. | |
| I am the one you heard about. | |
| Of dreams and of tyrants we' re falling out. | |
| Falling out. | |
| A light to guide us home, to change your life. | |
| When fate arrives, I will know. | |
| This is the moment we pray for the souls missing, as I take the rage and go.... | |
| Too precious, let them go. I can' t, I' m far too sorted. | |
| I am now the new reaper, look forward to hell dear. Look forward to me |
| With bated breath and bodies pouring from the sky, | |
| The tattered wings of angels not equipped to fly will block the sun. | |
| The black eyes of a stranger at my door, | |
| they gaze through me as he gracefully assures that he has come in peace | |
| and he will shortly be severing the arms of the traitors... the traitors. | |
| Before long we' ll be searching for the arms of the savior, | |
| it' s the wondering that makes this all so hard. | |
| There' s not a fucking thing that we can do | |
| We' re so alone, we need to change. | |
| It' s taken us so long, we had to find our way. | |
| We' re so alone, we breathe the same. | |
| It' s taken us so long we had to find our way. | |
| Someone put this fucking fire out | |
| So blindly, we' re put use. A dark cloud is the illusion. | |
| We are safe, we are safe.. Choiceless and erased. | |
| I wanna know what your intentions were. | |
| I wanna see right through your bitter skin. | |
| We' re so alone, we need to change. | |
| It' s taken us so long, we had to find our way. | |
| I am the one you heard about. | |
| Of dreams and of tyrants we' re falling out. | |
| Falling out. | |
| A light to guide us home, to change your life. | |
| When fate arrives, I will know. | |
| This is the moment we pray for the souls missing, as I take the rage and go.... | |
| Too precious, let them go. I can' t, I' m far too sorted. | |
| I am now the new reaper, look forward to hell dear. Look forward to me |