Kishore Kumar Hits

Avhath - A Cold Dead World, a Dead End Tunnel / Cut Dead şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Avhath

albüm: A Cold Dead World, a Dead End Tunnel / Cut Dead


Deaf and senseless
A cold dead world
A dead-end tunnel
Pride for the fairest, devout bores
Black-painted hearts are everywhere
Coated in red, swearing bullets your way
They see us, as lust labor
In December, signed in for blood
I'll never be coming back
I put dots on the jugular
Come and stay the night for the toast
Wrap your angst and serve it on bones of agony
For idleness had rot our heart to be free
Cut there, my dear
No fair dawn nor eyelids meet
For heaven do not wait to

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