Counterparts - Imprints Lyrics
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Imprints
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What Are The Lyrics For Imprints By Counterparts?
Hands of hesitation intersect and leave me dead
Sharpening their edges inches from my neck Inhaling the uncertainty that hangs above my head With portraits of my death carved into my chest Running without feeling in our legs We don't appreciate the cuts that we've collected Drifting through a swarm of thorns As our agony reminds us, these scars were self-inflicted I'll give you every second until I'm gone I hate it here and never want to leave I hoped this flame would burn forever I'll give you every second until I'm gone Staring in the face of my own fate I hate it here and never want to leave The imprints I have left will surely fade But the memories remind us we shared the same pain I'll give you every second until I'm gone I hate it here and never want to leave I hoped this flame would burn forever And I'll give you every second until I'm gone Staring in the face of my own fate I hate it here and never want to leave I will incinerate myself in my own circle of hell A blind world won't read my lips Though it might hear my faint farewell I will incinerate myself in my own circle of hell A blind world won't read my lips Though it might hear my faint farewell All living things will starve cradled in complacency Content inside the coffin I've created I hate it here and never want to leave |
Who Wrote Imprints By Counterparts?
Alex Re, Blake Hardman, Brendan Murphy, Kyle Brownlee
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What's The Duration Of The Imprints By Counterparts?The duration of Imprints is 3:32 minutes and seconds. |
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