Текст песни Nightrage - The Tremor

Текст:

Nothing hurts like the truth A piece of perfidy A deceitful behaviour women's lures Deserted like an empty corpse An uneasy conscience Stigmatised in hell He's puffed up with conceit There will come a day of retribution They're just lost dreams Cursed to crawl between Hypocrites and vain promises My heart bleeds. The tremor of leaves... The tremor of leaves in the breeze The tremor of leaves... The tremor of leaves in the breeze You can't weigh up Where does this road lead At whose door should the blame lie? The lie lay heavy on his conscience The tremor of leaves... The tremor of leaves in the breeze The tremor of leaves... The tremor of leaves in the breeze

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