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Gripping on the black hearts
Pulling on the puppet strings of
Evil men and women of the world
Intelligence denies that
Greed is all the finds them
Religion and salvation from a store
Searching for a bad soul
Always finding reasons to cause
Devastation in the hearts and minds
Feeding on their kindness
Leaving thoughts behind them
For any guilty conscious to take form
Iâm the trader of pain
In your theater of sorrow
I feed on the disdain
Feasting on your pain
Iâm the chains around your neck
Trapping you inside
I will make you doubt tomorrow know you wonât survive
Iâm the voice behind your hex
Chains that bleed your spirit dry
Come with me I will guide you to the fortune
I will guide you to your promised land
Never mind that little angel on your shoulder
She will never even try to understand
You there sulking I will cure you of your problems
I will show you how to properly depend
You donât have to change at all, no youâre perfect
You just need to learn to be a victim of âthe manâ
You wonât remember anything until itâs gone
Responsibility youâre freed from it all
No longer any need for structure
Nothing to remind you
No family or a home to
Go running back to open up your eyes
My guiding words that blinded
Your heart is stripped kindness
You traded in your good life for a whore
Pathetic pleas of mercy
Never cease amazing me
Corruption is addictive you want more
Separate the heart and
Obliterate the mind for
I leave you in a hollow broken world
Iâm the trader of pain
In your theater of sorrow
I feed on the disdain
Feasting on your pain
Iâm the chains around your neck
Trapping you inside
I will make you doubt tomorrow know you wonât survive
Iâm the voice behind your hex
No one hears your cries
Iâm the trader of pain
I feed on the disdain
Iâm the chains around your neck
Trapping you inside
I will make you doubt tomorrow know you wonât survive
Iâm the voice behind your hex
Chains that bleed your spirit dry
- Album:
- Roanoke
- Neverwhere Dreamscape