Artist: The Creatures
Song: broken
Broken, why concede?
Broken, crumbling with grief
Broken, I don't believe you're broken
You've given up, turned it in on yourself now
Not inward out but outward in
And what's the point? You can't be bothered
To be consoled, to be absolved
You're broken, fingers bleed
Broken, porcelain in pieces
Broken, your head between my knees
Broken
You've given up, turned it in on yourself now
Not inward out but outward in
And what's the point? You can't be bothered
To be consoled, to be absolved
You're broken, so broken
Broken, so broken
By a cowardly embrace
It was sealed with a kiss
By a charmer's face
A dissonance wraps its scarf of tatters
About your face, your haunted face
And in disgust, you turn dejected
Can't be consoled, can't be absolved
You're broken, crippled in a heap
Broken, dreams that you won't sleep
Broken, a beggar in the streets
Broken
A dissonance wraps its scarf of tatters
About your face, your haunted face
And in disgust, you turn dejected
Can't be consoled, can't be absolved
Broken, broken
Broken, broken
