Algor Mortis

Too Many, Too Few
"To die hating them, that was freedom" - George Orwell Hey enemy Hey misery What's it like Talking to me? Another faceless body Smashed into the concrete Dilapidated tint of the whole Resume, renew the plenty reminiscent Of a sacred, voided, aging goal Keep this face in mind (I went too far) Keep the stain in line (way too far) A line that the mind of the hopeless deaf will know It's me against all of you You're too many I'm too few From rapture to the rupture Indulged in the futuristic tumor show Set, draw, create, elate, terminate From the dust and then the snow Set to freeze then set to thaw Letras de cancionesSet to live inside a flaw An illuminating gesture to the lame It's mine So vile The past seems wasted See my boiling hatred of this life How you want to disown me How you're aching to be free of this How you want to disown me How you're aching to be free of this How you want to disown me How you're craving to be free If this means so much then Just stand up on your feet and kill me Now I'm strong I'm back in the lead And the herd is mine to control Painless, fearless All hell is to gain Genocide takes my soul This time around I'm the one with the gun This time around I'm the one with the gun This time around I'm the one with the gun (haha) This time around I'm the one with the gun This time around I'm the one with the gun This time around I'm the one with the gun So run... From Letras Mania