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• Artiste: Elvenking
• Titre: The Cabal
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I wake up and I feel I was stranded In a world that hardly represents me Step by step I collect all my nightmares Like a modern Renoir I'm painting my life away Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry Don't you think that I don't feel sorry Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know Sitting down in my room I feel so empty Staring with lonely eyes at the words I am laying down With cold blood I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me that cold winter night Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry Don't you think that I don't feel sorry Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know I feel a decadent poet Forced to bury his art - forced to bury his own heart Under the mud of a pigsty A cabal of murdered broken hearts Longing for my bitter taste Lost you, I have lost you, brother The strength you hid inside your eyes Makes me believe I can still live my life I learned from the ashes Of the tears I dropped for all these years My love is now living, is living for real I feel a decadent poet Forced to bury his art - forced to bury his own heart Under the mud of a pigsty A cabal of murdered broken hearts Longing for my bitter taste