Song | Cornered |
Artist | Dark Tranquillity |
Album | Exposures - In Retrospect And Denial |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
There never was a night like this | |
How could there ever be? | |
Through sweat and velvet misery | |
The fever race in me | |
Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
What the mirror sees is the clutching at straws | |
Taking us under | |
The storm of the ocean, this velvety crush | |
Ring corners, firm in the outrage | |
Synaptic patterns, waves contort | |
Break into these cellular walls | |
Why?Globes of disease, infest my dreams | |
And burning the ends of my veins | |
Pattern and form, the squares cling fast | |
We’ll dance the tide now | |
Could never bare another night | |
Although I know it'll come | |
The freezing ends of what is me | |
The icy rages free | |
Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
Take hold of the boundaries, the | |
Perimeter | |
SeaBurn, enflame the oppressors | |
But if four was one in a corner alone | |
Recovering, licking the wounds | |
Delirium coming, the weakness kicks in | |
Resigning, cornered within |
There never was a night like this | |
How could there ever be? | |
Through sweat and velvet misery | |
The fever race in me | |
Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
What the mirror sees is the clutching at straws | |
Taking us under | |
The storm of the ocean, this velvety crush | |
Ring corners, firm in the outrage | |
Synaptic patterns, waves contort | |
Break into these cellular walls | |
Why? Globes of disease, infest my dreams | |
And burning the ends of my veins | |
Pattern and form, the squares cling fast | |
We' ll dance the tide now | |
Could never bare another night | |
Although I know it' ll come | |
The freezing ends of what is me | |
The icy rages free | |
Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
Take hold of the boundaries, the | |
Perimeter | |
SeaBurn, enflame the oppressors | |
But if four was one in a corner alone | |
Recovering, licking the wounds | |
Delirium coming, the weakness kicks in | |
Resigning, cornered within |
There never was a night like this | |
How could there ever be? | |
Through sweat and velvet misery | |
The fever race in me | |
Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
What the mirror sees is the clutching at straws | |
Taking us under | |
The storm of the ocean, this velvety crush | |
Ring corners, firm in the outrage | |
Synaptic patterns, waves contort | |
Break into these cellular walls | |
Why? Globes of disease, infest my dreams | |
And burning the ends of my veins | |
Pattern and form, the squares cling fast | |
We' ll dance the tide now | |
Could never bare another night | |
Although I know it' ll come | |
The freezing ends of what is me | |
The icy rages free | |
Cornered in a symmetrical design | |
Sphere like chrome on a sea enraged hatred | |
Take hold of the boundaries, the | |
Perimeter | |
SeaBurn, enflame the oppressors | |
But if four was one in a corner alone | |
Recovering, licking the wounds | |
Delirium coming, the weakness kicks in | |
Resigning, cornered within |