Song | Mourning |
Artist | The Obsessed |
Album | Incarnate |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Not wear black | |
Be it not of the same faith | |
Living trials can't be won | |
In the end the hands will be held back | |
In the eyes September sun | |
The magic's gone | |
Tempting fate with the surest of hands | |
Come to be a profession, to walk with | |
You in a mind of many lands | |
Has been my sole obsession | |
The magic's here | |
Always cherish and always hold | |
Not in health but in sickness | |
And in the realm when all is said and told | |
There is no equal likeness | |
The magic's gone |