Direwolves - Growing Defeat | Текст песни

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I can read you like a book that I wrote by myself
It tells your whole story within a global decay

Now that I'm up in here,
Everything under control, killing all joy,
Growing defeat, killing your dreams, contemplating
A real demise of the effort that you've ever made,

Of the brightest little glow of will,

Feeling strength leaving your so clever ideas,

No place at the moment for good wishes, no place for no love,

A place for lust in this carcass,
A place for apathy,
A place for weakness,

From which I'll draw my force.

No place for no love