Letras y traducciones de Bellicose Picketers

There's a map inside the glove box with the pages taped together but it's tarnished, and it's weathered, and the ink all bleeds forever,
In the center of the page where the colors are a blur
as route numbers get subtracted inside bright chemical swirls
When the acid rain's collecting

For the last time, sing it out.
Have we gone too far?
Wait inside my mind's eye,
freeze like crystal night skies.

White noise, for the way she shifted back,
roll it off my tongue,
say my name,
just spit it back

The stars were aligned as we watched from the floor
Dismantle the coffin to build your front door
And your Russian roulette tongue that spits silver ash
Keeping my, keeping my heart behind bulletproof glass
A compass, a map and I'm setting the course
Screaming in salt water s

Everything in the past tense clear
got stitched together to get us here
Petty problems knotted up in thread
In the sewing machine from my mouth to my head

Everything in the past tense clear
got stitched together to get us here
Petty problems and jealous zeal
Now ign

Her glimpse is my white flag
Like goldfish [in] plastic bags
Perplexing my insides
Just smother your own pride
My heartbeat is high strung
I'm holding back my tongue
I'm staring, glance inside
A cold sweat, I'm alive

You're only as good as the quarters inside

Ver letra traducida

These situations are all unreal figments,
stacked up like skyscrapers scraping blue pigments
Infinite times when I've forewarned my mind
not to reset this bear trap that's clamped to my spine
I don't think I've been let in on this scheme
Tied to the train tracks inside my own