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Skulld - Blinfolded
05:07
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You keep your life
so simple oh god
you do so well
Keep being a deflated,
empty, fragile
human shell
Just stay--away--you are
tearing--my tired--mind
(Ref)
Sleep walking, carry me home,
unconscious, don't care at all.
You don't need to be to help me
Just make me sleep and make it ok.
Why would you need
a life, this whole
bitter essence?
Just keep on dreaming
without any
consequence
Fear--your--self
Run--like--hell
(ref)
Sleep walking, carry me home,
unconscious, don't care at all
You don't need to be to help me
Just make me sleep and make it ok.
Blindfolded, tossed all around,
Unbalanced, nothing to find,
You're crawling above the ground
Be born or fade I won't watch you die
Shatter yourself and sweep all the parts
It's fucking hard but it's worth the price
Begin something resembling a life
Hold it together and stand your own ground
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2. |
Skulld - VIII
03:44
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I’m born at now
Have the right to decide
My bones are old
Must be sacrificed
Having everything
Don’t you look at me
Can’t he see himself
He’s not someone else
ref.:
Myself, yourself
Faithfull there’s no react
The time goes down
Falls like burnt-winged fairies
Hopelessness on the ground
Reflection through my ears
Everytime called home
He stood before unknown (road)
I can not see old past
This road forgive himself
ref.:
Herself, himself
Faihtfull there’s no react
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OHH, ONE MORE STEP
SLOW DOWN AND GO FOR A QUEST
TRY OUT BY MY SIDE
NOW DRAGGING YOU OUT
REGRET WILL KILL YOU
JUST GO AND FIND TRUTH
LIFT UP YOUR HEAD
NOW DRAGGING YOU OUT
YOU CAN’T SEE CLEAR
JUST FEED YOUR FEAR
BUT YOU HAVE A CHANCE LISTEN TO ME
BREAK THROUGH YOU ARE NOT ALONE
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Every teardrop is a child
Teemed by mother of sorrow
Blacken minds
Her passion push you below
Through sleepless nights
On lonely daytimes
Guarding over guilt
Preached into your heart
Carrying her stones
Poisoning weak souls
It’s getting colder
Enchained by tempting power
Every teardrop is a child
Teemed by mother of sorrow
Blacken minds
Her passion push you below
you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead
eats up your own tainted soul, you can’T save yourself
you have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted
Every teardrop is a child
Teemed by mother of sorrow
Blacken minds
Her passion push you below
Through sleepless nights
On lonely daytimes
Guarding over guilt
Preached into your heart
Oh, Queen of tears
Mother of sorrow
Planted her grime into us
Then she’ll reap our soreness
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