Loose Ends
Souls In Custody
GENRE
We taint our minds with blood, you're here to set me up
I've lost a week to sleep, I know it's not good for me
My final breath is nigh, death's presence passing by
The place for blackened shadows, entities fill the gallows
As you capture a chance to be right
Causing discord with a mischievous smile
And I don't care anymore for a life
With your twisted and devious lies
She is laid to rest, in a broken bed
Turning from white to red, her conscious slipping away
With blurry intentions I stumble towards
The comfortable placе where I make my bad choicеs
Odds not in my favor yet I roll the dice
I'm already dead I don't need to think twice
Phasing heathens, all around
I pray for another chance to feel alive
As an army of my mistakes arise
Tying all loose ends cause' we're running out of time
I pölen av blod och trasigt glas fångas formen av rök och mitt sista andetag
Hjärtat är svagt och klubban är slagen, med ett leende välkomnar jag domedagen
Phasing heathens, all around
I pray for another chance to feel alive
As an army of my mistakes arise
Tying all loose ends cause' we're running out of time
I paint a landscape with love and with fear
I can't find my peace when I'm lost out at sea
A vengeful god with a taste for blood
Luring souls who crave for desperate hope
I've lost a week to sleep, I know it's not good for me
My final breath is nigh, death's presence passing by
The place for blackened shadows, entities fill the gallows
As you capture a chance to be right
Causing discord with a mischievous smile
And I don't care anymore for a life
With your twisted and devious lies
She is laid to rest, in a broken bed
Turning from white to red, her conscious slipping away
With blurry intentions I stumble towards
The comfortable placе where I make my bad choicеs
Odds not in my favor yet I roll the dice
I'm already dead I don't need to think twice
Phasing heathens, all around
I pray for another chance to feel alive
As an army of my mistakes arise
Tying all loose ends cause' we're running out of time
I pölen av blod och trasigt glas fångas formen av rök och mitt sista andetag
Hjärtat är svagt och klubban är slagen, med ett leende välkomnar jag domedagen
Phasing heathens, all around
I pray for another chance to feel alive
As an army of my mistakes arise
Tying all loose ends cause' we're running out of time
I paint a landscape with love and with fear
I can't find my peace when I'm lost out at sea
A vengeful god with a taste for blood
Luring souls who crave for desperate hope
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