Surge Of Pity lyrics
Song information
Artist: Nightrage Album: A New Disease Is Born
Lyrics
A lie hurts more than the truth My favorite scary colour, peered Into the darkness these small uncertain moves Is there any truth in their words?
Misfortune never come singly They went over to my enemies Fighting against heavy odds Shameless lie uncontrolled figures
Bow to the inevitable Life playing such games Can you really answer these Harmless questions of life?
Audience of the madness remnants of my mind Invading my thoughts. conjure up the spirit of the Dead
Deeds speak louder than words Harsh actions a suspicious look The pricking of thorns, the sting of remorse The stimulus of praise
Listening to this dead march, under a maze of pity A surge of pity. the pricking of thorns The stimulus of praise
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