Текст песни Nightrage - Shed The Blood

Текст:

Never turned like the slime that I always knew you were Can't stand this life my soul lay in a pool of blood Egocentric high ideals and rotten ways Hatred, heartache A few of my modes Hatred, heartache More than you will ever believe Dominate, recriminate Your slave infected role Time after time I stare into vacancy Deteriorate, investigate What drives you to goal? Lie after lie is my only reality A solitary spot A soul lost Shed the blood of my inner fears Searching into the silent beauty of a nightmare Near empty cold lines and tribulations

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