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• Artiste: Whitechapel
• Titre: Bedlam
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I am the teeth that grinds at your bones As you lie there a failure and your will so weak I am the ache you feel in your tomb As you lay in your body still wide awake You will never be born again Peel the skin, feel the wind enter in Below the surface of your flesh I confess, I obsess over feeling you cease to be But I know you're still in there so look at me, look at me Look at me so I can see your dead fucking eyes Don't blink, child of none You're nothing to all You said you would swallow the earth Now you wish for rebirth from its girth Denounced, despised The heir to sin is eternally mine Bedlam, I have manifested As he lies stiff, infested with a soul so dead No brother of mine will be praised again for letting holy men repent Descend into the mouth of failure and doubt Your body forgot and never found I know you can hear my voice You feel everything I grit my teeth as every bone breaks Can you scream for me? I need to hear it Louder, louder Let me hear you scream Let me hear you scream I know that you're in there Right where you're supposed to be I know that you're scared Now let me hear you scream You said you would swallow the earth Now you wish for rebirth from its girth Denounced, despised The heir to sin is eternally mine Bedlam, I have manifested As he lies stiff, infested with a soul so dead No brother of mine will be praised again for letting holy men repent Repent You'll never be reborn You'll never be reborn