Dark Tranquillity Lyrics
Dark Tranquillity Lyrics
"Tongues Lyrics"
T.U.S.A. Lyrics
Now this is serious! If theres one thing in this country that really bothers me Is the inability of Yanks to make a good cup of tea Instructions are
Now this is serious! If theres one thing in this country that really bothers me Is the inability of Yanks to make a good cup of tea Instructions are
[Music: Henriksson, Johansson, Sundin]
[Words: Sundin]
Tongues, lost in me
yours be the sharp and the vile
Glide neath my skin
storm through my nerves
I bury the nomad years
hours in the earth
couldn't exorcise these searing, pecking tongues
Immune you say
yet venom st
killing time Lyrics
who is counting sleepless nights who is counting letters i meant to write i said who is counting at all if you are i look pretty smallrikes in strangest guises
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of wisdom
A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retrieve my stolen
filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam
On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune
T
evenclaw
decoying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
the streak of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black tongues
aching to lick me back to life
to inject their truths within me
who is counting sleepless nights who is counting letters i meant to write i said who is counting at all if you are i look pretty small
as the viper in our eyes
Tongue, throat, tongue
slayer of the word and stealer of wisdom
A monumental reign of terrors
throats slit up to stain the target
We're food for the hounds of trauma,
prey to the crows of stress
No power left to retrieve my stolen
Calendars And Clock Lyrics
Pretty pendent, descendents of joy return the father to the boy Resent your past, repent at last we are only lines on a map Calenders an
anguagePretty pendent, descendents of joy return the father to the boy Resent your past, repent at last we are only lines on a map Calenders an
filtered through the illiterate fingers of death
Flies
let sickness be poured
from the cupped hands of bedlam
On account of their brightness
I made friends with the word and the moon
went with the tide and left for the sound
of dead instruments thrown out of tune
T
Born To Be Happy Lyrics
Born to be happy but always so sad Born to be good but always so bad Born to be somebody with faith in all I do Born to be happy but lost without
e red square patterns, dragonrise andBorn to be happy but always so sad Born to be good but always so bad Born to be somebody with faith in all I do Born to be happy but lost without
evenclaw
decoying from pandemonic symmetry
Let ring
a dissonant note in the music of the spheres
the streak of promise in the nuclear sky
These whipping black tongues
aching to lick me back to life
to inject their truths within me