CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Tired of the Noise (Official Lyrics with help from Zalinki himself)
I love you
Maybe that’s not true
Maybe I’m just on some kind of ruse
Used to being used myself I guess
Passing on abuse, through the cycle of violence (yeah)
And I know that's not a near enough good excuse (sure isn't)
I’m gutless, and I’m fragile (what?)
I maim with words so agile (okay)
And while you’re miles away I play with others girls and boys
I’m filled with endless dread (sure)
It’s time I think ahead
For both of us
And trust that I grow tired of the noise
Tired of the noise (oh you!)
Okay, okay, lеt's go (alright, okay)
I’m in no mood for playing games (Oh it's not so bad!)
Long gone I’m pining, not surprising
You’re thе best I ever had!
Let’s not sit idly by and speculate on what made us great
Why’s the only time that I make music's when I’m sad!?
Ohhhh
Death, the horse
Life, the ride?
Maybe we don't see eye to eye
Righteous cause to no applause
Cauterize with other guys
Maybe I'm brutally cosmic, caustic, and honest
Hissing through my teeth
Maybe you think that you’re a prophet
As you cry yourself to sleep!
We all have work to do
It’s worth the suffering (In all it's wondrous forms!)
Calling out your bluffs
As you compare your apples to your oranges
There's blood inside your veins
Nothing to gain from being coy
I fear death properly now that I’ve grown quite tired of the noise
Maybe that’s not true
Maybe I’m just on some kind of ruse
Used to being used myself I guess
Passing on abuse, through the cycle of violence (yeah)
And I know that's not a near enough good excuse (sure isn't)
I’m gutless, and I’m fragile (what?)
I maim with words so agile (okay)
And while you’re miles away I play with others girls and boys
I’m filled with endless dread (sure)
It’s time I think ahead
For both of us
And trust that I grow tired of the noise
Tired of the noise (oh you!)
Okay, okay, lеt's go (alright, okay)
I’m in no mood for playing games (Oh it's not so bad!)
Long gone I’m pining, not surprising
You’re thе best I ever had!
Let’s not sit idly by and speculate on what made us great
Why’s the only time that I make music's when I’m sad!?
Ohhhh
Death, the horse
Life, the ride?
Maybe we don't see eye to eye
Righteous cause to no applause
Cauterize with other guys
Maybe I'm brutally cosmic, caustic, and honest
Hissing through my teeth
Maybe you think that you’re a prophet
As you cry yourself to sleep!
We all have work to do
It’s worth the suffering (In all it's wondrous forms!)
Calling out your bluffs
As you compare your apples to your oranges
There's blood inside your veins
Nothing to gain from being coy
I fear death properly now that I’ve grown quite tired of the noise
