Ransom Pier - Shame Lyrics
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Shame
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What Are The Lyrics For Shame By Ransom Pier?
A small incision made on the surface of my consciousness
Allowed a leak of some toxic poison I can't resist and It settles deep inside my bones I can't get rid of it and It works its way out through my mouth I try to swallow it and Shame is a feeling I'm not very unfamiliar with It drapes itself across me more than I'd like to admit and It's hard to see when it throws shade on my accomplishments When will I, oh when will I grow out of it Down this slope I slip and struggle to control myself I feel the weight of it, yeah I'm worrying about my health and Nothing seems to matter all those feelings that I felt and Like ice my sense of purpose it all seems to melt and Shame is a feeling I'm not very unfamiliar with It drapes itself across me more than I'd like to admit and It's hard to see when it throws shade on my accomplishments When will I, oh when will I grow out of it My foot has taken up permanent residence inside my mouth All I know about myself is now called into doubt and I can't even feel comfortable inside my own house and Apparently good judgment is something I can live without Shame is a feeling I'm not very unfamiliar with It drapes itself across me more than I'd like to admit and It's hard to see when it throws shade on my accomplishments When will I, oh when will I grow out of it |
Who Wrote Shame By Ransom Pier?
Hayley Harrington
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What's The Duration Of The Shame By Ransom Pier?The duration of Shame is 4:49 minutes and seconds. |
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