The Last King

Kishore Kumar Hits — The Last King - The Worst of It текст песни

Исполнитель: The Last King

альбом: The New Age

I was warned that this day may come
The splitting of this cage that contains free will
I cannot feel, yet I feel everything
The unmistakable tearing of my insides
I merely watch as my cells burn alive
There is no way I could ever salvage them
We've been deceived
There's no reprieve
No hope for mercy
My insides are being purged
Vacuumed into a vacant fucking grave
My useless flesh, no longer a prison
Better suited for rot and decay
Praying for the day I never feel again
My final cycle of misery
We set the stage for our own dismissal
Signing ourselves to a life of evil
A burning mass of useless flesh
The final phase of penitence
I can no longer feel a connection to myself
I am running from this state of mind
Omit control, bleeding from the inside
If I could fight this demon that dwells beneath
I pray you finally escape
I've discovered too much pain inside
Knowing that one day life will end
Setting the stage for our own dismissal
Signing ourselves to a life of evil
Extinction is a plague of sin
So overwhelming is the feeling of nothing
Synaptic pulses sputter out and die
What have I left behind?
The legacy of a hypocrite
What do we leave behind?
The fucking worst of it

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