Paroles de At The House Of Sorrow

Unsuccessful Attempt Of Suicide Now You Can Not Answer The Question: Why? Your Veins Are Healing You're On Your Way To House Of Sorrow In Strait Waist Coat. Physicians Drive You Mad Instead Of Healing You They Read Your Eyes So Bad Ignoring All Your Pleas They All Label You Unstable. They All Say You're Crazy! But You're Just Fed Up With Life. Cruelty Of Your Doctors, Hatred, Medicines Destroy Your Brains And Body Life. Hundreds Of Their Injections, Tablets Turn You Into A Mutant Animal. Cannot Resist No More Falling Into Your Dream. So You Are Not Yourself, You're A Spaniard, You're A Fighting Bulls, You're A Torero, Your Cloak And Sword At Hand And The Crowds Roar…