Woorden:
Nevermore Obsidian Conspiracy

Before you slip into unconsciousness I'd like to have another kiss Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss The days are bright and

She was born in 1617 She tasted like the wind Always chasing her dreams She was a tortured soul in pain She whispered this dark refrain "You are not

Into planet Earth... Tread your steps carefully For the ground can twist and turn Tread your steps carefully For the ground may twist and turn Choose

Tread the path of sin and sorrow Swimming to the wreck If you slowly pull the noose you choose To walk us if you're dead Choke you cannot feel The pressure

Rise, rise, rise Rise, rise, rise Rise, rise, rise What do you want from this world? What do you want from this life? What do you want from this season

The sick ... around the stage Black expressions ... some rage Create, and deny Your subversive wings The obsidian conspiracy is rising Justify your shame The obsidian conspiracy

: She was born in 1617 She takes the glides of wind Always chasing her dreams She was a tortured soul in pain She whispered this dark refrain "You're

: Turn to the left, turn to the right If you judge me for my faults My soul searches for flight Awake in my violent daydreams I am lucid and torn I

: I am the black lord I am a slave Our world is dying We are all naive I am the darkness I am the grave I am the voice you love to hate Blame the world