Songtext von Natrificial

All is not well What monsters you make of them The play's the thing Make a heaven of hell With dance and delight A prince of power Believe me, king of shadows, Torpedoed I've gone numb Searching for a meaning Time to forget Wretched, rash, intruding souls, They run away Serpent stung Most delicate Abomination What cannot remember Spring come September Something more than seeming Reckless measures O…I need only patience What need for ten? For five? For one? An excuse to fly It's treason otherwise Searching for a meaning Something more than seeming