Pierce The Veil Lyrics Quotes

She's like a bullet through an ocean, I still remember how you moved so slow, You tried to kill me with a shot gun, Bang! Now we're even, We don't stop till someone's bleeding!

Can we lose our minds, and call it love for the last time.

And god damit, I can barely say your name, So I'll try to write it, And fill the pen with blood from the sink.

But You Don't Know What It's Like.

When I sew you up... Don't let me, Stop bleeding, Tiny stitches that you placed into my skin, Won't let me go, And they're ruining the mood.

What if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name into my throat, I'll be the fire that'll catch you. What's so good about picking up the pieces? What if I don't even want to?

I kissed the scars on her skin. I still think you're beautiful, and I don't ever wanna lose my best friend

You've gone and sewn me to this bed, The taste of you and me, Will never leave my lips again, Under the blinding rain, I wanna hold your hand so tight, I'm gonna break my wrist, And when the vultures sing tonight, I'm gonna join right in.

Sunshine, There ain't a thing that you can do, That's gonna ruin my night

The moment that's where I, Kill the conversation wrap this up a lie that I'm enjoying every minute with myself, And she could make hell feel just like home, So I'm never leaving her alone, But if your lightning lips aren't mine, Then I don't know the awkward stranger to my right, ( but she's crying )

Don't bother this love is a lie. I'm a chemical kid, You're a mechanical bride.

Give me your heart and your hand and we can run

Nobody prays for the heartless! Nobody gives another penny for the selfish! You're learning how to taste what you kill now.

well you know that I'm cold black on constellations gold and you know that your soul's black top under lacing won't let it go

Rob Young, in his essential Electric Eden, describes as Barrett being “strangely pushed and pulled between nostalgia for the secret garden of a child’s imagination and the space-age futurism of interstellar overdrive.” Barrett was channeling a spirit that was trying to pierce the veil between these worlds, and while this nostalgia and futurism, as Young puts it, seem opposed, they are actually two ideas at the heart of magic. The practice of magic is one requiring a link to the past and a vision of the future. Barrett added this directly to the lyrics of his songs and his live performances, experimenting with light and sound in an attempt to work the audience into a trance. The method is new, but the intention is ancient.