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I wake up and I feel I was stranded
In a world that hardly represents me
Step by step, I collect all my nightmares
Like a modern Renoir, I'm painting my life away
Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry
Don't you think that I don't feel sorry
Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know
Sitting down in my room I feel so empty
Staring with lonely eyes at the words
I am laying down with cold blood
I swallow all the absinthe that you gave me that cold winter night
Don't you think that I'm not gonna worry
Don't you think that I don't feel sorry
Soon I'll find my way and I'll let you know
I feel a decadent poet forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own heart under the mud of a pigsty
A cabal of murdered broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste
Lost you, I have lost you, brother
The strength you hid inside your eyes
Makes me believe I can still live my life
I learned from the ashes of the tears I dropped for all these years
My love is now living, is living for real
I feel a decadent poet forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own heart under the mud of a pigsty
A cabal of murdered broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste
- Album:
- The Pagan Manifesto
- Era
- Red Silent Tides
- Miscellaneous
- Two Tragedy Poets (... And A Caravan Of Weird Figures)
- The Scythe
- To Oak Woods Bestowed (Demo)
- The Winter Wake
- Heathenreel
- The Next Generation Vol. 2
- Era (Deluxe Edition)
- Era (Deluxe Edition) [Deluxe Edition]
- The Night of Nights (Live)
- 20 Years - Metal Addiction
- Hear It! Volume 72
- All for Metal, Vol. IV
- All for Metal, Vol. 4
- Elvenlegions
- Spirit in Black, Chapter One (The Ultimate Metal Selection)
- Wyrd