Pieces Lyrics
| Song | Pieces |
| Artist | Machinae Supremacy |
| Album | Rise Of A Digital Nation |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| What you’re feeling, it’s nothing new | |
| And it’s always something, | |
| so what is wrong with you? | |
| We find ourselves here, stuck inside | |
| a never ending nightmare, | |
| just trying to survive | |
| All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
| The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others’ influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we’ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else’s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces’ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| Fortunes are few and far between | |
| Yet so many still believe that | |
| one day that could be me | |
| Misled by all these transplanted dreams | |
| by free market values | |
| and a just-world fallacy | |
| Faithfully I wish to be the one to save this world from evil | |
| but I’m only me and we need everyone for this | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others’ influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we’ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else’s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces’ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| This is what they always do, | |
| and all it takes to quiet you | |
| is promise of a better view when you have paid your dues | |
| All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
| The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others’ influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we’ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else’s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces’ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others’ influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we’ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else’s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces’ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew |
| What you' re feeling, it' s nothing new | |
| And it' s always something, | |
| so what is wrong with you? | |
| We find ourselves here, stuck inside | |
| a never ending nightmare, | |
| just trying to survive | |
| All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
| The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others' influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| Fortunes are few and far between | |
| Yet so many still believe that | |
| one day that could be me | |
| Misled by all these transplanted dreams | |
| by free market values | |
| and a justworld fallacy | |
| Faithfully I wish to be the one to save this world from evil | |
| but I' m only me and we need everyone for this | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others' influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| This is what they always do, | |
| and all it takes to quiet you | |
| is promise of a better view when you have paid your dues | |
| All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
| The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others' influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others' influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew |
| What you' re feeling, it' s nothing new | |
| And it' s always something, | |
| so what is wrong with you? | |
| We find ourselves here, stuck inside | |
| a never ending nightmare, | |
| just trying to survive | |
| All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
| The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others' influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| Fortunes are few and far between | |
| Yet so many still believe that | |
| one day that could be me | |
| Misled by all these transplanted dreams | |
| by free market values | |
| and a justworld fallacy | |
| Faithfully I wish to be the one to save this world from evil | |
| but I' m only me and we need everyone for this | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others' influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| This is what they always do, | |
| and all it takes to quiet you | |
| is promise of a better view when you have paid your dues | |
| All the roads away from here are blocked or burned beyond repair | |
| The one way left to go is out but no one really cares | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others' influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew | |
| Pieces of us always in bloom, | |
| covering the walls of empty rooms | |
| Pieces of your soul sealed in this tomb, | |
| by others' influence on you | |
| We can not go back but we' ll go through, | |
| walk a mile in someone else' s shoes | |
| The sum of all the pieces' ll have to do, | |
| till we create the world anew |
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