Paroles de Wasteland

For every dead god Who worships the living And every lost soul Starving submission for all The tyrants will fall Salvage the serpent Born to rise When process seems perfect It's wrong to all And your tyrants will fall When thy art is hate I've given it all I can take It's undeniable When my heart is fake I've given it all I can break It's unreliable An affinity for the hurt Create new death And a love for the pain 'Til your final breath And what lies Behind the lines Somewhere in some other time Behind the veil Obscured by my vision of hell Dead in the sand Proverbs for peasants To bow on command An all-seeing presence When thy art is hate I've given it all I can take It's undeniable When my heart is fake I've given it all I can break It's unreliable An affinity for the hurt Create new death And a love for the pain 'Til your final breath And what lies Behind the lines Somewhere in some other time Behind the veil Obscured by my vision of hell For every dead god Who worships the living And every lost soul Starving submission for all Behind the lines Somewhere in some other time Behind the veil Obscured by my vision of hell Obscured by my vision of hell Obscured by my vision of hell For every dead god Who worships the living And every lost soul Starving submission for all