About "Relentless Reckless Forever" album:
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"Relentless Reckless Forever" by Children Of Bodom, which consists of 7 songs.
Not My Funeral
Let me get this one flat out straight
Illuminate it's not too late
Since when did you become a god?
You might be right, I've been tattered
'N torn, self destructing since I was born
So what's that got to do with you?
Close yet far - I've gone now
Safe and sound - I don't know how
Knuckled under - never giving up
And it all goes to show what exactly
Pussyfoot Miss Suicide
Hey there, I think I know you,
What was it, you're contending to do
That's rite, manipulate everyone
Around to dream you're over due
You try to slit your wrists
With a dry, blunt block of wood
Upgrade it to a grater and still won't do no good
C'mon Miss Suicide, let me hand my blade
To you and since we're here
You might as well cut me too
Relentless Reckless Forever
I gotta say sumtimes I just can't
Deem all the things I've done
Haunted to break the silence
Outcrying the truth that I want gone
... and I'll run
Back to the place where
I was told, drunken ignorance
Is Pure, true gold
Feeling safe to rage, star acting mad
Roundtrip To Hell And Back
When I close my eyes I keep falling
Thought I'm plunging down, it's like flying
It's funny how I'm high yet never floated so low
Just wanna refrain from this horrid death row, yeah
And when I get back from numbness to feeling
Thinking I was out, I got pulled back in
Within this mother fucking
Death fall, confinement of terror
Hundred killers after you
What the hell you gonna do?
They think they're gonna kick you ass
Bring you down make you crash.
I neva thought the tables
Would turn like this
That one day on you grave
I'm gonna spit and piss
Welcome to the sound
Of slamming two feet on the ground
Come surrender my enemy
When you just unveil it's
Repulsive... mirror in bits
And you won't leave my fucking house
Beat up by only thirteen hours
What you want with me, I'm stopping in
Was It Worth It?
I've been dragged thru mud here,
Entirely beat up and torn.
But when last nite comes back,
To me it sure as hell know.
We rocked, went crazy and far beyound,
When I look back and ask myself.
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