Songtext von Misfortune Teller

The will was lost In cities of the dead The land around them mourned Too lax to comprehend The rife of wards The armies in the skies The muddled occupied feed All pseudo-catholic rites A rise, of the dead The word upon our heads is "Forlorn" The size, of the dread Within our padlocked haunts we erode A grave mistake (We're) right back where we started from No brave escape It's right back here we come Resent yourself (resent yourself) Misfortune's law Is sketched within our chests The ram's head has decide The sheep among us sleep The layman's worth The hole above his head The tyranny is clear The floor beneath is gone Rise, of the dead The words upon our heads is "Forlorn" The size, of the dread Within our padlocked haunts we erode A grave mistake (We're) right back where we started from It's devastating It's right back here we come Resent yourself A grave mistake (We're) right back where we started from It's devastating It's right back here we come Resent yourself (19x) The freedom of broken rule The freedom of broken rule...