Candlemass
cyclo f
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I read your palm in a bowl of spit
It's not looking good
Spirits low, yes, life is shit
I thought you understood
You say these words
Why
just
me?
I
thought
I
did
so
well
You're the perfect creep that God forgot
See you soon in hell
You ask if I detest myself
Sometimes, yes I do
I try so hard to love myself
But mostly I hate you
A zombie jerk without a will
You'd better surface now
I know I am the king of the hill
Rather reptile than cow
The sky is red as I watch you fall
I know that you belong
In a green and pink room of plastic walls
Where no light is on
The proper church of your empty shell
There is no wrong in staying
Home is where you hang yourself
Where you end the pain
- Album:
- Death Thy Lover
- Behind The Wall Of Doom
- Psalms for the Dead
- Lucifer Rising (EP)
- Death Magic Doom
- King Of The Grey Islands
- Candlemass
- From The 13th Sun
- Dactylis Glomerata
- Chapter VI
- Tales Of Creation
- Ancient Dreams
- Nightfall
- Epicus Doomicus Metallicus
- Miscellaneous
- Live
- Doomed for Live: Reunion 2002
- Black - Doom - Death
- Ashes to Ashes
- Doomology