Mortal Shelf
In the eyes of despair
I see my figure in the air
It stands upside down
Above crowded ghost town
My emptiness pulls me down
The same one I should shoun
I am now in the primeval abyss
To feel the devils' kiss
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I died
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I died
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I died
Wrapped in chains
Painful strains
Soot inhalation
Endless frustration
Black hole on my chest
Inside me empty nest
They took my treasure
For their sick pleasure
Narrow cold around me
Now I want to be free
But I am alone
With a bitter taste in my soul
I close my sleepy eyes
I imagine blithe skies
One more thought before I disappear
So I have nothing to fear
Nothing to fear
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I died
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I
My time has passed
Don't do what they asked
Respect yourself
Don't be piece on their mortal shelf
I see my figure in the air
It stands upside down
Above crowded ghost town
My emptiness pulls me down
The same one I should shoun
I am now in the primeval abyss
To feel the devils' kiss
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I died
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I died
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I died
Wrapped in chains
Painful strains
Soot inhalation
Endless frustration
Black hole on my chest
Inside me empty nest
They took my treasure
For their sick pleasure
Narrow cold around me
Now I want to be free
But I am alone
With a bitter taste in my soul
I close my sleepy eyes
I imagine blithe skies
One more thought before I disappear
So I have nothing to fear
Nothing to fear
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I died
My hands are tied
My soul is open wide
I see faces that cried
On the day I
My time has passed
Don't do what they asked
Respect yourself
Don't be piece on their mortal shelf
Credits
Writer(s): Bruno Biloglav
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