|
Morgoth - Travel lyrics
pine away in this cold box penumbra passing by this rookery of undead souls romanticize the truth save me from what is left to be the tartness of my death save me from what is left behind the underground excess select more bodies for this game unconscious they will be dedication of this life the tourist will be in your mind minds are lost in counterclaims of insanity death unfolds his wings despicable agony your first self forever gone now respect the last words you said frozen into this adorable block structure of mind decays still waiting for a new life to use more morbid ways twisted, that limbs of this passed life away cut the strings of death to stridency born into a new world filled with death now you can't escape you have to rest |
|
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Last added lyrics |
|---|
 Wolves in Wolves' Clothing by NOFX |
 El Mariel by Pitbull |
 Version by Mark Ronson |
 Icky Thump by The White Stripes |
 Twenty Four Seven by Tina Turner |
