Vrawsche - Entombed Existence | Текст песни

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• Vrawsche
• Entombed Existence

the world is a black cloud. my fragile ego plowed.
running from the little lies that other men devoured.
i can’t run no more. open the trapdoor.
buried alive, do not revive, i’m deep below the floor.

this exhausted pride, i am sat astride.
poison fog it chokes me when it takes me for a ride.
the noose it makes me smile, it only takes a while.
to blot out all the bile, so vile, that once just terrified.

i like telling lies. i like drinking blood.
i like being hypnotized and falling out of love.
every friend has gone. took off like a swan.
leaving me to thrash and splash while dreaming of the dawn.

suffocating fear, rock-face so sheer.
praying for the evil one to rescue me from here.
the noose it makes me cry, a circle in the sky.
when i go, i know, i will not ripple the veneer.

offer me a deal, make these gashes heal.
cover me in jet-black scales like a serpent made of steel.
and as my soul decayed, my talons each a blade.
swooping down, to drown in blood with terrifying zeal.

get it over quick. incinerate my meat.
put my name on all those lips there talking in the street.
i will place my ace. their world i will deface.
by showing i can disappear, but never be replaced.