City of Angels

My Shadow

DEAR READER

QUIET COMPANY

Written and produced by Chelsea Collins & Nico Collins

Lyrics:
Tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets

Take my knife into the shower
Just in case my darkest hour comes
And there's nowhere to run
Cause if I were to get assaulted
They would say, how I was sad and dumb
That I misfired the gun

But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets

Never met a darker shade
Of violence than the one that made
Every voice of reason dead and quiet
As it rains down on the poor and weak
Can't rain bombs on tyranny
When it wages all the wars that keep us fighting

But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets

In our pockets
In our pockets
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets
In our pockets
In our pockets
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets

Everyone's afraid
Everyone's afraid
So beyond afraid
No one will admit it so we pray
Everyone's afraid
Everyone's afraid
So beyond afraid
No one will admit it so we pray

But I'm tired of carrying weapons in my pocket
Just cause we've normalized a world that's fucking lost it (A world that's dead and gone, we've lost our way)
Sell our souls and for what, a crooked profit?
That leaves us carrying around these weapons in our pockets (Weapons in our pockets)

In our pockets (That I hate)
In our pockets (That I hate)
You tired of carrying around these weapons in your pocket?
In your pocket (Do they really keep you safe)
In your pocket (Eyes wide shut, are you awake?)
What stole your sanity and have you fully lost it?
Have you lost it (Lost your heart, your peace of mind)
Have you lost it (Your will to find)
The faith you need to heal a world that's only fought it
Have you fought it?
Have you fought it?
The fear of carrying round these weapons in our pockets

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Weapons In My Pocket

PANIC ATTACK

Janani K. Jha - Royal We

Seraph

LYRICS:

Spring’s around the corner 
And she’s calling my name 
She’s drinking in the sunlight 
I’ll just stick to the shade 
Reflection in the water needs somebody to blame
Pollen on my fingers 
And I’m itching my nose 
Another cycle stuffs me up 
With something nobody knows 
But everybody ‘round me is allergic to home

A history of violence
Too big for my body
I’ll carry the weight like Atlas did 
A legacy of silence 
I will not go quietly
I’ll ferry across the river Styx 
Take the soul of my dead life 
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this 
History of violence 
Too big for my body

Spring’s across the country 
But she’s calling my name 
She says “Are you in it for love, 
Or are you here for the fame?” 
“Don’t take too long to answer
Imma need one today” 
Sunburn from the moonlight
And it’s stinging my soul 
The constellations sing their stories out like nobody knows
Maybe if I join them, I’ll forget all my woes

A history of violence
Too big for my body
I’ll carry the weight like Atlas did 
A legacy of silence 
I will not go quietly, 
I’ll ferry across the river Styx 
Take the soul of my dead life 
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this 
History of violence 
Too big for my body

Someone took my lemonade 
And spiked it with a little shame 
That I haven’t grown up at all 
Little talks and bigger games 
There’s nothing wrong, I wanna play 
But I can’t seem to catch my fall 
And I’ll save another bite for my last plate
So when I’m passing over
I can savor the taste of something I made
Something I made
And it won’t taste like

A history of violence
Too big for my body
I’ll carry the weight like Atlas did 
A legacy of silence 
I will not go quietly
 
A history of violence
Too big for my body
I’ll carry the weight like Atlas did 
A legacy of silence 
I will not go quietly
I’ll ferry across the river Styx 
Take the soul of my dead life 
Make Persephone my wife
So something could grow down here with this 
History of violence 
That doesn’t define me
History of violence 
That doesn’t define me
A history of violence

History Of Violence

Flickering bulb in a smoky hall 
Shadows stretch like they're ten feet tall 
The pavement whispers The sirens wail 
Truth hides in alleys Spinning a tale 

Crime doesn't pay Oh no It takes Your soul 
Your name Leaves broken stakes 
You think you're rich But you're just prey 
In the end My friend Crime doesn't pay

Crime doesn’t pay .mp3

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