Halestorm - Back from the Dead Lyrics
Back From The Dead
I'm back from the dead
Out of the black
Breaking free of the wasteland
Out of the mud
Crawling up through the quicksand
Leaving the dark, coming into the light
Don't lay me down, save your last rites
'Cause I'm still standing above ground
Back from the dead alive
Hell couldn't hold me
Back from the other side
Up from the dirt I rise
Save your prayers, don't bless my bones
Erase my name from my headstone
Back from the dead alive
Hell couldn't hold me down
On the edge of the world getting lost in oblivion
To the devils who tried to keep me living like a prisoner
Couldn't chain me down, couldn't cage me in
So keep your savior, give me back my sins
'Cause I'm still standing on the ground
Back from the dead alive
Hell couldn't hold me
Back from the other side
Up from the dirt I rise
Save your prayers, don't bless my bones
Erase my name from my headstone
Back from the dead alive
Hell couldn't hold me down
Down
Back from the dead alive
Back from the other side
I'm back
I'm back from the dead alive
Hell couldn't hold me
Back from the other side
Up from the dirt I rise
Save your prayers, don't bless my bones
Erase my name from my headstone
Back from the dead alive
Hell couldn't hold me down
Hell couldn't hold me down
Hell couldn't hold me down
Writer: Elizabeth Hale, Scott Christopher Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Wicked Ways
Don't call me an angel
I'll always be sinful
It don't make me evil
But I got my wicked, got my wicked ways
I've been the liar, I've been the cheat
I've been the black heart, I've been the thief
You curse my name but I believe
We all play the sinner and the saint and the in between
I need my devils, I let them rage
I keep my eyes wide open when I pray
I've been the villain to misbehave
I like trouble coming in a hundred different ways
And heaven knows that I'll never change
So don't call me an angel
I'll always be sinful
It don't make me evil
But I got my wicked ways
I'll never be faithful
I'll always be tempted
It don't make me evil, I ain't evil
But I got my wicked, got my wicked ways
I've been the freak, I've disobeyed
Every single virtue that I ever praised
I get so high on feeling low
Love running with the sicker things
And sleeping with my ghosts
I burn a flame for every scar
I swore allegiance to the fire in my heart
That light's a darkness I will never betray
And heaven knows that I'll never change (no)
So don't call me an angel
I'll always be sinful
It don't make me evil
But I got my wicked ways
I'll never be faithful
I'll always be tempted
It don't make me evil, I ain't evil
But I got my wicked, got my wicked ways
I got my wicked ways
Don't call me an angel
I'll always be sinful
It don't make me evil
But I got my wicked ways
But I got my wicked ways
So don't call me an angel (don't call me an angel)
I'll always be sinful (I'll always be sinful)
It don't make me evil, I ain't evil
But I got my wicked, got my wicked ways
But I got my wicked ways
And I'm never gonna change
It don't make me evil, I ain't evil
But I got my wicked ways, got my wicked ways
Writer: Elizabeth Hale, Scott Christopher Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Strange Girl
Do I make you nervous?
Do I make you scared?
Do I make you wanna just stop and stare?
Weird, bizarre, unusual
Sicker than sick, atypical
A perfect picture of your f*cking worst nightmare
Do I make you frightened?
Do I make you fear for your life
When you're so certain I'll infect you when I'm near
Obscene, twisted, unnatural
Off the wall, unacceptable
I'm bulletproof to what you think
So you can damn me straight to hell
You can crucify my name
You can throw me to the wolves
You can burn me in the flame and say
She's such a strange girl
Such a strange girl
The world needs strange girls
Just like me
Cast me out, abandon me
Write me off for dead
Ridiculed, made to feel like I'm your deepest dread you say
She's such a strange girl
Such a strange girl
The world needs strange girls
Just like me
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah-ah-ah-ah
Would you call me daughter?
Would you love me when
My halo's bent and crooked when you call me malcontent
Sad, sicker than usual
Can't you be more like the girl next door
Instead of little miss misfit
So you can damn me straight to hell
You can crucify my name
You can throw me to the wolves
You can burn me in the flame and say
She's such a strange girl
Such a strange girl
The world needs strange girls
Just like me
Cast me out, abandon me
Write me off for dead
Ridiculed, made to feel like I'm your deepest dread you say
She's such a strange girl
Such a strange girl
The world needs strange girls
Just like me (just like me, just like me)
Do you hate me
Just to change me
To be just like you
To be just like you
Do you fear me
To make me feel empty
So I'm just like you
I will never be like you
I'll never be you
So you can damn me straight to hell
You can crucify my name
You can throw me to the wolves
You can burn me in the flame and say
She's such a strange girl
Such a strange girl
The world needs strange girls
Just like me
Cast me out, abandon me
Write me off for dead
Ridiculed, made to feel like I'm your deepest dread you say
She's such a strange girl
Such a strange girl
The world needs strange girls
Just like me
Just like me
Just like me
Writer: Elizabeth Hale, Scott Christopher Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Brightside
Scared to death
Terrified
This is it
Welcome to your best life
Breathe it in
Spit it out
Happy face
But I'm numb now
On the edge
Of alive
Sick of being
Sad on the inside
It's okay
I'm used to it
This is just the way it is
But I keep looking
On the bri
Writer: ELIZABETH HALE, SCOTT CHRISTOPHER STEVENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
The Steeple
It stopped raining in my head today
I finally feel like myself again
Redemption's here at last
Back where it all began
In the place where God and the Devil shake hands
This is my kingdom
This is my cathedral
This is my castle
And these are my people
This is my armor
This is my anchor
It's been a long road outta Hell up to the steeple
For this is my church and these are my people
A choir singing in my heart today (whoa)
Like a thousand angels breaking the silent parade
To the ones I call my own
I'm back where I belong
In the place where God and the Devil call home
This is my kingdom
This is my cathedral
This is my castle
And these are my people
This is my armor
This is my anchor
It's been a long road outta Hell up to the steeple
For this is church and these are my people
This is my kingdom
This is my cathedral
This is my castle
And these are my people
This is my armor (this is my armor)
This is my anchor (this is my anchor)
It's been a long road outta Hell up to the steeple
This is our church
You are my people
This is our church
This is our steeple
This is our church
You are my people
This is our church
This is my steeple, ooh-oh
This is my steeple, ooh-oh
This is my church
This is my steeple
Writer: Elizabeth Hale, Scott Christopher Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Terrible Things
We are human, we are violent
We learn our lessons then defy them
We are heartless and immoral
We carry hatred like a bible
And there's a hole in my life
There's a blackness inside
That's eating me alive
Leaving me to decide
Do I live with this pain?
As the rain starts to fall from my eyes
Asking myself why
I see terrible things
I see a sickness in a world on its knees
It will take what you love like a thief
But in my dreams I believe we're not these
Terrible things
Terrible things
We are nothing without failure
But we have chosen ill behavior
With every scar we have learned
Not to heal, but to hurt
We've become something else
Even I cannot tell just why
I see terrible things
I see a sickness in a world on its knees
It will take what you love like a thief
In my dreams I believe we're not these
Terrible things
Terrible things
If I fall (if I fall)
If I run (if I run)
That's when I
Will become
Terrible things
I see terrible things (I see terrible things)
I see a sickness in a world on its knees
It will take what you love like a thief
In my dreams I believe we're not these
Look at me and you'll see I'm not these
Terrible things
Terrible things
Writer: Scott Christopher Stevens, Tommy Vext, Zachary Maloy, Elizabeth Hale
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
My Redemption
Scrapes on my hands
Blood on my knees
Pick myself up
By my own beliefs
I carry my sins
No need to confess
Won't scream out for mercy
When it puts me through hell
I set it on fire, I lay it to rest
Here's to the hurt so I wouldn't forget
My heart can survive it, I'm stronger than this
They ain't built a weapon that could kill me yet
Don't need saving to save myself
Don't need forgiveness to bless my guilt
Lost my faith and found belief
In my redemption
I'm my own redemption
Took back my life
Through an ocean of tears
In a hole down so deep
Suffocating from fear
Running from purpose
While losing my grip
Building the walls
That built me brick by brick
So here's to the dagger, the sword, and the pain
If not for the dirt, the shovel, the grave
A shock to my system that opened my eyes
And made me believe
Don't need saving to save myself
Don't need forgiveness to bless my guilt
Lost my faith and found belief
In my redemption
I'm my own redemption
Don't need praying to find my hope
Don't need Heaven to save my soul
Fell from grace just to believe
In my redemption
I'm my own redemption, I'm my own redemption
I'm my own redemption
Set it on fire, I lay it to rest (lay it to rest)
My heart can survive it, I'm stronger than this (stronger than this)
They ain't built a weapon that could kill me yet
In my redemption
I'm my own redemption
My redemption
I'm my own redemption
My redemption
I'm my own redemption, yeah
My redemption
I'm my own redemption
Don't need saving to save myself
Don't need forgiveness to bless my guilt
Lost my faith and found belief
In my redemption
I'm my own redemption
And found belief
In my redemption
I'm my own redemption
Now I believe
In my redemption
I'm my own redemption
I'm my own redemption
I'm my own redemption
Writer: Elizabeth Hale, Scott Christopher Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Bombshell
Yeah
Be a good girl, play along
Wear your short skirt, sing your song
And zip it up, zip it up
'Cause we don't like when you speak up
You speak up
Just bite your tongue and give it up
Give it up
Well, I got news for all of you fools
You better suck it
Writer: AREJAY HALE, ELIZABETH HALE, JOSEPH HOTTINGER, JOSHUA BRIAN SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
I Come First
I'm not your servant, I'm not your slave
I may be good at trouble but
I'm not yours to change
One hand on the bed, one behind my back
Think you're in but not so fast
You get what you give, so give it to me
Wait your turn
'Cause I come first
Yeah, I'm wor
Writer: ELIZABETH HALE, SCOTT CHRISTOPHER STEVENS
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Psycho Crazy
You say I need psychotherapy
Now you're making me mad
I say you quit trying to fix me
Or this is gonna get bad
If you want a battle, I'll give you a war
Think you control me, don't know what you're in for
Keep coming at me, keep coming, you'll see
Keep pushing, keep pushing, pushing on me
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
So don't make me mad
I'll get sick in the head
And show you what you don't know
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
You say I've got problems, got issues
And it's all in my head
But don't get it twisted, you just might misunderstand
You're the reason I am
I may go ballistic or better, unhinged
In my straightjacket on needles and pins
But don't you forget that you started this shit
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
So don't make me mad
I'll get sick in the head
And show you what you don't know
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
It always comes down to you versus me
But I won't break
'Cause this time I'm fighting for me
For everything you took away
So keep pushing on me
Pushing, pushing, pushing on me
Keep pushing, pushing, pushing on me
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
So don't make me mad
I'll get sick in the head
And show you what you don't know
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho (I'll give you psycho)
So don't make me mad
I'll get sick in the head
And show you what you don't know
If you want crazy
I'll give you psycho
Writer: Elizabeth Hale, Scott Christopher Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Raise Your Horns
Burn every fear, every doubt like a funeral fire.
Scream every anthem and follow your reckless desires.
Take back the crown that hangs at the gate.
Ready your march, steady your aim.
For the heart is a solider that never loses its way
So raise your horns
Raise them high
Let them soar
Let them fly
Up through the heaves
Forevermore
Let them reign down
Raise your horns
Let them reign down
Raise your horns
Writer: Elizabeth Hale, Scott Christopher Stevens
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.