Mudvayne - Rain. Sun. Gone Lyrics
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Rain. Sun. Gone
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What Are The Lyrics For Rain. Sun. Gone By Mudvayne?
So far, left with nothing hanging by a memory
No stars, to give me one wish so lost in the dark Feels like I'm caving in from the outside, all right, all wrong See you again so long, nothing matters anymore at all Nothing matters anymore Life's not meant to be disposable, lost, found, dead Ready and willing, can't stop the bleeding Life's not meant to be expendable, rain, sun, gone Left robbed unwilling, can't fight the feeling So low, overwhelming clinging to a tragedy So clear, hear weeping voices tears fall in the dark Feels like I'm carving in from the outside So lost, so gone, so wrong Life's not meant to be disposable, lost, found, dead Ready and willing, can't stop the bleeding Life's not meant to be expendable, rain, sun, gone Left robbed unwilling, can't fight the feeling It's never ending, never goes away, but you did It's never ending, never goes away, but you did Why, why the body's just a vehicle to hold Until we find another space Find another place to start this over The enemy, the action I can't condone Do you suffer with me Can I give you my loss to feel, to hold close Can I give you my pain, to feel To be eaten alive by conscience Suffer, fucking suffer, suffer like me Life's not meant to be disposable, lost, found, dead Ready and willing, can't stop the bleeding Life's not meant to be expendable, rain, sun, gone Left robbed unwilling, can't fight the feeling |
Who Wrote Rain. Sun. Gone By Mudvayne?
Chad L. Gray, Greg Tribbett, Matthew Mcdonough, Ryan Martinie
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