Lyrics Novelists – Ouroboros
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It’s getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It’s getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things.
Harder to pay bills,
Hard to feel alive.
It’s getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It’s getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things,
I need help.
I feel sick of taking these pills.
Life must be sweet once we’re fucking dead..
Yeah, once we’re dead.
Sometimes I drown in the sound like trying to find the silence.
Lost in the noise of this world,
Show me the way through the darkness.
I gotta pay.. pay for a daydream.
Look at my soul,
Trapped with the bailiffs.
I might die, starving to death,
Biting my own tail again and again.
I can’t hear myself think,
This fucking room must be talking ’cause I can hear it.
I see me kissing death between these walls.
Life must be sweet on the other side.
I don’t wanna pay for a fucking life that I don’t want,
Because the rats get fat while the brave men die.
That ain’t a lie.
No, this is not for the money,
Put your doubts aside.
Music is not about filling a fucking bank account.
That’s what they want,
Not what we fucking wanted.
It makes me sick,
Sick of seeing motherfuckers ruling the world whereas it burns.
Sick of living in a world that I don’t understand.
Amongst the wolves,
Sometimes I drown in the sound like trying to find the silence.
Lost in the noise of this world,
Show me the way through the darkness.
If I’m a basket case,
This casket will welcome me with open arms like an old friend of mine.
Just like an old friend of mine.
Oh, I need a room to breathe.
No, I can’t go on like this.
It’s getting harder to breathe,
Harder to feel free.
It’s getting tougher to write,
Tougher to feel things,
I need help.
I feel sick of taking these pills.
This life must be sweet once we’re dead.
Fuck.
Hell is full, don’t you see?
Hell is full and we’re dragged into the depths.
Oh shit… Heaven doesn’t exist.
We dance between the devil’s hands.
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Novelists – Souvenirs
