Paroles de Self Loathing Orchestration
The turmoil, the tempest and the burnsThe inner lament, nothing magnificent!
Screens on the outside...
The promise, the hope and the scars
The inner voice, mute, screams way out of sight
Turn over stone after stone, to reveal a scorpion
The turmoil, the tempest and the burns
Promise...
A feeble glow in the dark... evoling only to descent
A stare is enough to... put them out
Self loathing Orchestration
A shaken young man
Has aged far before it's mine
Now the days have passed
When he paved his way through the lies
They haunt him at night, and reflect through his eyes
A twich caught moth
The hunter become the hunt
Whence will come serenity that
Has no death as its roll
Where lays silence that doesn't bind with loneliness to become a whole ?
Live thy dreams fulfill thy desire
Dream to live
And never ever cease
The turmoil, the tempest and the burns
Promise...
A feeble glow in the dark... evoling only to descent
A stare is enough to... put them out
Self loathing Orchestration
A shaken young man
Has aged far before it's mine
Now the days have passed
When he paved his way through the lies
They haunt him at night, and reflect through his eyes
A twich caught moth
The hunter become the hunt
Whence will come serenity that
Has no death as its roll
Where lays silence that doesn't bind with loneliness to become a whole ?
Live thy dreams fulfill thy desire
Dream to live
And never ever cease
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