Paroles de 'Little Mercy (feat. Channy Casselle)' par Doomtree

Now the candle's in the window and it's open
We watch the flames duke it out
With every gust and we're hoping
No it must just burn
To the bottom of the wick
It's the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning

We're still turning every table when it's needed
Not laying there defeated
No, we draw our bows back repeatedly
Then off with the arrows
And the gods, and the pharaohs
From the bottom of our hearts
We're from the bottom of the barrel
Cause peril knows no bounds
And terror won't slow down
But there's a whole low down of beauty to be shown now
We broke ground
And broke our backs stacking bricks
We never broke our promises
You'll never know just half of it
We're adamant on building every wall and stair sturdy
And when our work is done
Then we'll call our shares worthy
In the land of milk and honey
We're too shy to say we're thirsty
We just make a little money and we
We buy a little mercy

No more my lord
No more my lord
Lord i'll never turn back
No more my lord

Now the candle's in the window and it's open
We watch the flames duke it out
With every gust and we're hoping
No it must just burn
To the bottom of the wick
It's the bottom of the 5th and that shit is still burning

If you welcome every trespass
Then every tramp's a guest
Give what they would take from you
Then every theft's a gift
Hold too tightly to what's in your hands or in your chest
And the future, it won't open
Palm readers can't work fists
Broken bones are stronger for the breaking
No, the danger's in the bending
Those concessions that you never can take back
Curl you round a cane you're still intact
But now quite lame
Better to grit your teeth
Ready the cast and let it snap
We're always first to come in
We're running when we hit the ground
We never do leave early
Stand sentry at the lost and found
We just make a little money and we
We start that long walk into town
Where we buy a little mercy

No more my lord
No more my lord
Lord i'll never turn back
No more my lord

So no more talk about the backfires
This time we fire back
Light a match and light the past up before it catches up
We'll raise a mast and cast off
Yeah, we'll break some legs, we'll mend em
And then we'll take the casts off
We've had our losses
We've had our victories
We've sat across from every victim of their misery
That pounding in our chests
Was just a symptom of our sympathy
We'll lay ourselves to rest
With both our winnings and our injuries
We're so hungry
We're so thirsty
I'm gonna hunt until it hurts me
And it hurts me...
And it's aching
It's aching...
We're so thirsty
We're gonna make a little money and we'll
We'll buy a little mercy

No more my lord
No more my lord
Lord i'll never turn back
No more my lord

Now the candle's in the window and it's open
We watch the flames duke it out
With every gust and we're hoping
No it must just burn
To the bottom of the wick