Forge, forget but not forgive
That's more than meets the eye for an eye and I
Reply with my fingers crossed
And rely on the bitter end
Fists in the air, it lacks finesse
A heavy scent that I've come to own
Unable to mend or cry
And to transcend the bittersweet
I'm a mayfly growing old
And yet a statue, dry to wet
You won't hear me testify
Where the pitiful reside
It's your choice and mine to criticize
Go ahead, nevermind the carcasses
Can't be tamed or controlled
You're a liar and a thief
Resentment like thousand wet chains
It wraps around my head, a vice so strained
A flicker remains somehow
It's painted on a tinted lens
Count me out, empty my purse
The camera's eye is a pugilist
A middle finger in the air
Behind closed windows
Count me out, empty my purse
The camera's eye is a pugilist
A middle finger in the air
Behind closed windows
Koala Bar - Where the Pitiful Reside (feat. Leon den Engelsen) Lyrics
Koala Bar - Where the Pitiful Reside (feat. Leon den Engelsen) Lyrics
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Forge, forget but not forgive
That's more than meets the eye for an eye and I
Reply with my fingers crossed
And rely on the bitter end
Fists in the air, it lacks finesse
A heavy scent that I've come to own
Unable to mend or cry
And to transcend the bittersweet
I'm a mayfly growing old
And yet a statue, dry to wet
You won't hear me testify
Where the pitiful reside
It's your choice and mine to criticize
Go ahead, nevermind the carcasses
Can't be tamed or controlled
You're a liar and a thief
Resentment like thousand wet chains
It wraps around my head, a vice so strained
A flicker remains somehow
It's painted on a tinted lens
Count me out, empty my purse
The camera's eye is a pugilist
A middle finger in the air
Behind closed windows
Count me out, empty my purse
The camera's eye is a pugilist
A middle finger in the air
Behind closed windows
That's more than meets the eye for an eye and I
Reply with my fingers crossed
And rely on the bitter end
Fists in the air, it lacks finesse
A heavy scent that I've come to own
Unable to mend or cry
And to transcend the bittersweet
I'm a mayfly growing old
And yet a statue, dry to wet
You won't hear me testify
Where the pitiful reside
It's your choice and mine to criticize
Go ahead, nevermind the carcasses
Can't be tamed or controlled
You're a liar and a thief
Resentment like thousand wet chains
It wraps around my head, a vice so strained
A flicker remains somehow
It's painted on a tinted lens
Count me out, empty my purse
The camera's eye is a pugilist
A middle finger in the air
Behind closed windows
Count me out, empty my purse
The camera's eye is a pugilist
A middle finger in the air
Behind closed windows
Writer: Jonatan Duregård, Axel Ploman, Olof Yassin
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Koala Bar
Language: English
Length: 3:33
Written by: Jonatan Duregård, Axel Ploman, Olof Yassin