Tad Morose
Undead
Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt before
Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force
the needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on... Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns It's not fair, it's not fair undead
From Letras Mania