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The Kill Plan - Parabelle



     
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The Kill Plan Lyrics


The setting sun feels like a cage
like a cage that burns
I'm sitting stunned just like a lesson
I never learned
made of emotions and mistakes
and what you say
leaves me lost and in the way
and that's the place you stay
remember silence
as fast as you push
you stall
this is the face that you wore
and now I can live again
and the position you hold
is to lie again
break free my arms
hold me hard or let me go
take me alive

don't let me defend
the kill plan
there's a reason that you're weak
your eyes are cold and dry
now we're painted into corners
so we can watch the world get sold out
I can't be what you want now
it's like the blind are leading the tame
I can save your place in the fire
so we both end up the same
remember silence
as fast as you push
you stall
this is the face that you wore
and now I can live again
and the position you hold
is to lie again
break free my arms
hold me hard or let me go
take me alive
don't let me defend
the kill plan
this is the story of a person you know
this is the hate that's perfectly woven
this is a story of someone like you
this is the past life you always knew
out getting over it
as fast you push
you stall
this is the face that you wore
and now I can live again
and the position you hold
is to lie again
break free my arms
hold me hard or let me go
take me alive
don't let me defend
the kill plan
hold me closer don't let the sun in
hold me closer don't let the sun in
cuz the setting sun feels like a cage
don't let me defend the kill plan
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Para - close to, resembling.
Belle - beautiful.

The members of Parabelle have used this simple meaning to build music that backs up a philosophy. Beauty can exist in the smallest corners of the earth. It is found within sadness and within terrifying experiences but it also exists within itself. For every heartache there is a day where everything feels complete. The music will be dynamic, it will be as loud as often as it is soft. Screams will become whispers. It will be intense...it will be Parabelle.

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