Текст песни Suffocation - Sullen Days

Pinnacle Of Bedlam
Жанр: Brutal Death
Исполнитель: Suffocation
Альбом: Pinnacle Of Bedlam
Длительность: 04:57
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Загрузил: and1972

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Sullen Days The broken ways, as I walk through the emptiness Lost souls as empty as mine... Barren and desolate, foreseeing the irony Abolish the self, merge into a singular space Confront the self, subduing the whim's inside No feelings to exude and portray the sullen days As we hide from the bitterness, Embellish reality, or so your told No other way, to prepare for awakening Condense the frail ridden mind Keep without consciousness To adhere to the ending days The gods are not here for you now, Expect a dichotomy Ancient thoughts To prepare for the exodus Shutter at what knowledge will hold sullen days Searching for a singular way Now I conceive a brutal reality, Just wanting to kill Murder in mind, to silence a virus Internal struggle containing the violence Wanting to purge the earth Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution Pray for my soul to receive its ascension Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell Hopes of redemption decline Festering hate inside - as I harbor the pain within A tormented soul that's tortured and bound God fearing agony Broken days, in my bitter reality Conform thy self, I brood within Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days, The know not my plans of what destiny holds What you don't know is silence can kill What I know is silence will manifest Hatred, brewing within me I dream of killing If thoughts could lash out, you'd all be dead Now I conceive a brutal reality, Just wanting to kill Murder in mind, to silence a virus Internal struggle containing the violence Wanting to purge the Earth Denying my thoughts to obtain absolution Pray for my soul to receive its ascension Sullen days as I dwell in this empty shell Hopes of redemption decline Festering hate inside - as I harbor the pain within A tormented soul that's tortured and bound God fearing agony Broken days, in my bitter reality Conform thy self, I brood within Prepare to die, as I wade through these sullen days, They know not my plans of what destiny holds
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