Will Ryan Originals | IRIS - S.O.S (Resurrection) Lyric Video @WillRyanDA | Uploaded 1 year ago | Updated 3 hours ago
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Lyrics
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"I'm caged alive, won't you be my S.O.S? Bring me to life"

Will this train ever stop? I got pushed from the top
I got brought up by their false pretences, harsh defences
I'm so damn tired of their breaches of trust
All I ask is a push into the light again

Like a tumour in the brain, it pulses blacker than pain
One more demoniacal scar could tame my agony
I'm so damn tired of the world treating me
Like I've got "Idiot" just written on my forehead

So I lay in this box, won't you be my S.O.S?

I'm locked in a cage, somebody help with this rage
Instead of poking me with your knives and your broken lies
I've given up on the chore of holding arms to the shores
I didn't get my S.O.S In this mess, I'm caged alive

I'm caged alive, won't you be my S.O.S?
Oh yes, please bring me to life

The bar was tainted with blood, I hit harder than should
I've been torn from head to toe, I'm swinging to and fro
For the thousandth time, I have shown you the light
But you say it's alright, and prod the cage again

You've gone too far, take it back, hold it back
The fear of a Bunsen burner comes hypnotising my tainted fate
Yet you still remain

So I lay in this box, won't you be my S.O.S?

I'm locked in a cage, somebody help with this rage
Instead of poking me with your knives and your broken lies
I've given up on the chore of holding arms to the shores
I didn't get my S.O.S
In this mess, I'm caged alive

I'm caged alive, won't you be my S.O.S?
Oh yes, please bring me to life

Break in your burdens
But make sure you wake up with a finger in the sky
Don't fucking lie
Bring me your torment Your actions speak more than your worthless words
When your actions are cursed

So I lay in this box, won't you be my S.O.S?

I'm locked in a cage, somebody help with this rage
Instead of poking me with your knives and your broken lies
I've given up on the chore of holding arms to the shores
I didn't get my S.O.S

I'm done with the lies, you're just another disguise
To hide behind your jaded cadence, I'm so impatient
Like the wounds, you'd reveal but you just sealed the deal
Didn't get my S.O.S in this mess, I'm caged alive

I'm caged alive, won't you be my S.O.S?
Oh yes, please bring me to life

Break in your burdens
But make sure you wake up with a finger in the sky
Don't fucking lie