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SycAmour – Composure lyrics
All I ever wanted was your honesty
You're being lied to
The ones that claim your heart
Are constricting the life from your mind
You can't face it
So you maintain the blind
Sedated, sedated, sedated
Do you really want to give it all up?
For a sweet scent debasement
Do you really want to give it all up?
You're placing lives at stake, can't let you walk away
If I can't make you stop, I'll have to take you out
Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
Composure fit for a man:
If I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone
Until she comes home
Or let go
Let go
I see the passion slowly leaving from your eyes
I'm trying to save you
I tried to save you
But there was nothing to hold onto
You were sinking
I had to leave it
The void was screaming for your blood
Give me some perspective
I'm made of flesh and bone
I am not your god
Don't be so pretentious
You're placing lives at stake, can't let you walk away
If I can't make you stop, I'll have to take you out
Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
Composure fit for a man:
If I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone
Until she comes home
Or let go
I know, I know we all fear the hounds
But what's life worth when it's lived underground?
We can save some be we cannot save them all
Sacrifices must be made
There's no peace without exchange
Legs buckle under burdened backs
But what of free hearts and minds?
Staked, placed inside my hand:
Contrived
(Trenton Woodley):
These snakes I see seething
Bring promise redeemed for your soul:
Cheap clothes with loose seams and holes
Steady your breathing, remember your role
My whole world, I don't want to have to end you
Stay the course at hand
You promised we'd be to the end
I can't let you take this chance
All I ever wanted was your honesty
Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
Composure fit for a man:
If I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone
Until she comes home
Or let go
You're being lied to
The ones that claim your heart
Are constricting the life from your mind
You can't face it
So you maintain the blind
Sedated, sedated, sedated
Do you really want to give it all up?
For a sweet scent debasement
Do you really want to give it all up?
You're placing lives at stake, can't let you walk away
If I can't make you stop, I'll have to take you out
Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
Composure fit for a man:
If I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone
Until she comes home
Or let go
Let go
I see the passion slowly leaving from your eyes
I'm trying to save you
I tried to save you
But there was nothing to hold onto
You were sinking
I had to leave it
The void was screaming for your blood
Give me some perspective
I'm made of flesh and bone
I am not your god
Don't be so pretentious
You're placing lives at stake, can't let you walk away
If I can't make you stop, I'll have to take you out
Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
Composure fit for a man:
If I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone
Until she comes home
Or let go
I know, I know we all fear the hounds
But what's life worth when it's lived underground?
We can save some be we cannot save them all
Sacrifices must be made
There's no peace without exchange
Legs buckle under burdened backs
But what of free hearts and minds?
Staked, placed inside my hand:
Contrived
(Trenton Woodley):
These snakes I see seething
Bring promise redeemed for your soul:
Cheap clothes with loose seams and holes
Steady your breathing, remember your role
My whole world, I don't want to have to end you
Stay the course at hand
You promised we'd be to the end
I can't let you take this chance
All I ever wanted was your honesty
Can I get a little tighter grip on my hands, God?
Composure fit for a man:
If I never see her again?
(If I never see her again?)
I will sleep all alone
Until she comes home
Or let go
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