Romanticide
God love and rest my soul
With this sun down, never ending
The feeling is gone, yet you ain't gonna see me fail
I am the decadence of your world
I am an eider covered in oil
Happy hunting, you double-faced carnivore
Tell me why
No heart to cry
Hang me high
The music is dead, the amen is said
The kiss of faith is what I beg
A loving heart and soul for sale
Tell me why
No heart to cry
Hang me high
Leave me be
And cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve, to shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Ode of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Till love do me part
See me ruined by my own creations
Leave me be
And cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve, to shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Ode of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Till love do me part
Dead Boy's alive but without sense
I need a near-death experience
Heart once bold
Now turned to stone
Perfection, my messenger from Hell
Wine turns to water
Campfires freeze
Love letters burn
Romance is lost
Lord, let me be wrong in this pain
Temporary pain, eternal shame
To take part in this Devil's chess game
Spit on me, let me go, get rid of me
And try to survive your stupidity
With this sun down, never ending
The feeling is gone, yet you ain't gonna see me fail
I am the decadence of your world
I am an eider covered in oil
Happy hunting, you double-faced carnivore
Tell me why
No heart to cry
Hang me high
The music is dead, the amen is said
The kiss of faith is what I beg
A loving heart and soul for sale
Tell me why
No heart to cry
Hang me high
Leave me be
And cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve, to shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Ode of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Till love do me part
See me ruined by my own creations
Leave me be
And cease to tell me how to feel
To grieve, to shield myself from evil
Leave me be
Ode of lies is killing me
Romanticide
Till love do me part
Dead Boy's alive but without sense
I need a near-death experience
Heart once bold
Now turned to stone
Perfection, my messenger from Hell
Wine turns to water
Campfires freeze
Love letters burn
Romance is lost
Lord, let me be wrong in this pain
Temporary pain, eternal shame
To take part in this Devil's chess game
Spit on me, let me go, get rid of me
And try to survive your stupidity
Credits
Writer(s): Marco Hietala, Tuomas Lauri Johannes Holopainen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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