We Are

Album: Notes From The Underground (2012)
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  • We are, we are
    We are made from broken parts
    We are, we are
    We are broken from the start
    And our hearts, our hearts
    They were beating in the dark
    'Cause we are, we are
    We are built from broken parts

    If you can lose it all, then welcome to Broadway
    Silicone dreams and your name on the Marque
    And I can hold it up, but I hold it up hardly
    It's hotter here in hell, but it's getting real dark see
    So all you sick and the bitterness of the lonely
    To all you overdosed and you miles of coke fiends
    And every step, another step, you're walking on my dreams
    And every breath, another breath you're breathing when I breathe
    I watch them all come, gotta watch the rest go
    I'm married to the devil in the city of angels
    So come all you wicked to the world of the empty
    I know I need it all, so baby don't tempt me
    I'm knocking on our door, nope, nobody sent me
    Just checking all you bitches like I'm checking this check sheet
    So put your hats on, Lohner don't get soft
    You can see God, when I take my mask off

    We are, we are
    We are made from broken parts
    We are, we are
    We are broken from the start
    And our hearts, our hearts
    They were beating in the dark
    'Cause we are, we are
    We are built from broken parts

    The fame is your best friend, you love it no questions,
    Beating down the door is the face of rejection
    And once again, it's a tragedy anthem
    We never wanted more, we never needed your blessing
    Who could give a fuck about a kid with a dream?
    'Cause stories aren't told about the ones unseen
    With a gleam in his eye, his middle finger to the sky
    Crooked smile on his face, he doesn't think he can die
    So grab a pick and an axe, 'cause we try, we cry
    Into the bottle of Jack, we die inside,
    So when you look in his eyes, what you see now?
    Murder the monster you've made and watch him bleed out
    We're in a life where it's kill or lose
    Just lie motherfucker till you hear the truth
    From under the street, through the gutters of youth
    Just cry motherfucker yeah, I'm talking to you

    We are, we are
    We are made from broken parts
    We are, we are
    We are broken from the start
    And our hearts, our hearts
    They were beating in the dark
    'Cause we are, we are
    We are built from broken parts

    (No one) From the city of angels (No one)
    An empty vessel of devils (Can take away what's ours) is there no one to save us?
    Through my eyes see the world that you gave us

    (No one) From the city of angels (No one)
    An empty vessel of devils (Can take away what's ours) is there no one to save us?
    Through my eyes see the world that you gave us

    We are, we are
    We are made from broken parts
    We are, we are
    We are broken from the start
    And our hearts, our hearts
    They were beating in the dark
    'Cause we are, we are
    We are built from broken parts

    (We are, we are)From the city of angels
    An empty vessel of devils
    (We are, we are) is there no one to save us?
    Through my eyes see the world that you gave us

    (And our hearts, our hearts) From the city of angels
    An empty vessel of devils
    ('Cause we are, we are) Is there no one to save us?
    Through my eyes see the world that you gave us Writer/s: DANIEL MURILLO, DANIEL PATRICK LOHNER, DYLAN PETER ALVAREZ, GEORGE ARTHUR RAGAN, JORDON KRISTOPHER TERRELL, JOREL DECKER, MATTHEW BUSEK
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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