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7 марта 24, 03:40
Dmitry MetalLord
Лирика : Pain Confessor : Fearrage : Powderburns
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Now understand this, wretch
I tore my heart in two
Let's take a glimpse inside me
All traces lead to you
Shredding your way into another man's flesh
Crush and burn the smoldering ruin to start fresh
A sea of empty souls to harvest this barren crop
Without hesitation all blindfolded and shot
No matter where I look I see all life end
Nothing we sow will ever grow into grace
We are the powderburns in your hands
A silenced death, a whisper, a memory of past
A field of fallen victims we have to bear in our minds
A graveyard of broken hearts, forlorn loved ones
No matter where I look I see all life end
Nothing we sow will ever grow into grace
We are the powderburns in your hands
A silenced death, a whisper, a memory of past
We are the powderburns in your hands
A lie, a whisper, a turned page at last
How do you sleep at night
After all you've done?
Joy and woe enshrined
A statue made of flesh and bone undone
We are the powderburns in your hands
A sack of dust, a whisper, a memory of past
We are the powderburns in your hands
A lie, a whisper, a turned page at last
Telltale snake eyes
Give away you, twisted ghoul
A gangrene ridden heart
Spreading poison blood into my very soul
I tore my heart in two
Let's take a glimpse inside me
All traces lead to you
Shredding your way into another man's flesh
Crush and burn the smoldering ruin to start fresh
A sea of empty souls to harvest this barren crop
Without hesitation all blindfolded and shot
No matter where I look I see all life end
Nothing we sow will ever grow into grace
We are the powderburns in your hands
A silenced death, a whisper, a memory of past
A field of fallen victims we have to bear in our minds
A graveyard of broken hearts, forlorn loved ones
No matter where I look I see all life end
Nothing we sow will ever grow into grace
We are the powderburns in your hands
A silenced death, a whisper, a memory of past
We are the powderburns in your hands
A lie, a whisper, a turned page at last
How do you sleep at night
After all you've done?
Joy and woe enshrined
A statue made of flesh and bone undone
We are the powderburns in your hands
A sack of dust, a whisper, a memory of past
We are the powderburns in your hands
A lie, a whisper, a turned page at last
Telltale snake eyes
Give away you, twisted ghoul
A gangrene ridden heart
Spreading poison blood into my very soul
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