Periphery - Wildfire (Official Audio)

Official audio for "Wildfire" by Periphery. New album 'Periphery V: Djent Is Not A Genre' is out March 10th via 3DOT Recordings. Pre-order now at https://lnk.to/djentisnotagenre. More from Periphery: Site: http://periphery.net Store: http://store.periphery.net Spotify: http://periphery.net/spotify Facebook: http://facebook.com/peripheryband Instagram: http://instagram.com/periphery Twitter: http://twitter.com/peripheryband More from 3DOT Recordings: Site: http://3dotrecordings.com Store: http://store.3dotrecordings.com YouTube: http://youtube.com/3dotrecordings Facebook: http://facebook.com/3dotrecordings Instagram: http://instagram.com/3dotrecordings Twitter: http://twitter.com/3dotrecordings Lyrics: You take the long way Wrong way to form me And the time is now I never would have thought this is the new me So many people So many faces left to please around me You’re ready to play dead? I’m ready to face it As I’m falling to pieces, the vultures are feasting We’ve breached the precipice Long way down Now I’ll say this: I’m in hell, passed the mark I’ve missed Mistakes running through my brain There’s a lesson to be learned and I’ll heal again Bloodstains cover all the walls I’m the pessimist patient doll So here I sit like a marionette Strings on my limbs, rope on my neck The hell below exists within my bed Counting every misstep ‘till it’s time to reset It feels so low, the love I’ve known Floating on my own Forward Back It’s all the same now This is a one way road Somebody do it slowly… kill me slowly The past is cutting through me and all the imperfections, they show Heartbeat haunts me When all the bad times stick and I don’t know what to do with them, I’m burning like wildfire Take me fucking out of this hole Heartbeat haunts me ‘Cause all the bad times stayed and I don’t know what I’m doing here Mistakes coursing through my veins like the heroin needle to the addict’s brain Bloodstains Hanging from the wall is the pessimist patient doll So here I sit like a marionette A slave to thoughts They’re like a weight on my chest An appetite for neither food nor sex With a malicious intent I’ll take two to the head (Solo: Mansoor) You put the strings on my limbs I put the rope on my neck You put the strings on my limbs I put the rope around my fucking neck You put the strings on my limbs Now I’m the one with the rope on my neck (Sax solo: Munkeby)

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