Wrong Victory 歌词

Rose-colored glasses, they couldn't shield anything Golden flames that burned, but couldn't heal me from within Disperse the heat, let the cults repent, oh Burstin' languid light, past my head and by his bed When your skin doesn't feel like home, oh And I don't wanna break down and feel alone, oh oh oh This body only knows, oh How to hold back more than it shows, oh oh oh Superstition that drowned itself in the way Of a freed premonition that could've helped me escape It's the wrong kind of victory, always has a breakthrough So when nothing fits like it used to Hairs on my head stand on end The spine of this truth, repel and suspend Act like birds, but should help me transcend Hairs on my head stand on end The spine of this truth, like cracks in the wind Act like birds, but should help me transcend