Dlore - House That Ain't a Home (feat. Maya Law, Freya Roy & Galli) Lyrics

So fragile, slave to the cent
A test for the sentient, obedient, upon this sediment
Call it hostile, cooped up in a space we rent
Our contract says zero, where is our heaven-sent hero
Looks like we got Boris instead
As the doctors cry goodbye to love
The sky is blue from time to time
It's not enough
What about the fist that moves to tough at night
The voice that stirs, keeps your chest tight
We won't hear those cries

Yesterday's cries will be tomorrow's crime
Yesterday's cries will be tomorrow's crime

Now you wanna get gone
I see the fear behind your eyes
You wanna get yourself by
I understand but I don't know why
We are disposable, I know
But what makes you not so
My head goes to those
In a house that ain't a home
I'm bored, sure
But I'm not sore

I picked up like the wind, blow it all away
Like satan to the sin, burnt it all away
Coz it ain't fair game with the words you play
When the card comes out I'll watch you turn away

Yesterday's cries will be tomorrow's crime
Yesterday's cries will be tomorrow's crime