Woorden: Tad Morose. Undead.
Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt before
Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway
A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force
the needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on...
Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns
It's not fair, it's not fair undead
Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway
A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force
the needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on...
Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns
It's not fair, it's not fair undead
Tad Morose
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