Paradise Lost - Laid To Waste | Текст песни

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• Paradise Lost
• Laid To Waste

Resent a sense of feeding, demanding bleeding
unhinged a savage seeks a quest
hollow hearts, rapid beating
the pulse is high its never ceasing
this cannot be a false pretence

As people arise I feel it

Stone cold, a passive disease, no chance of healing
you' ll wonder if this is the end
the void submit to pass through
fear the eyes staring at you
a time of unrivalled despair

As people arrive I feel their stare

you lived a life in chains
your master could not save
you'll lose the grasp of gain
no method to your rage

you die a death each day
for some it seems to stay that way

channels to feed your hate
lying there for you to take
a place where fools attend
no prayers for you my friend

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