| Song | Monochrome |
| Artist | Carpathian |
| Album | Wanderlust |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Save my soul from the poisons of this world | |
| Seeds of lust, desire and deceit | |
| Bloom inside the darkest hearts | |
| Spreading, growing towards the light | |
| There is something about you | |
| You said | |
| You’re different | |
| Take me up into your arms | |
| I swear we’re infinite | |
| No desire to be here | |
| Just watch me disappear | |
| So let the dark clouds roll in | |
| Feel depression’s teeth sinking in | |
| We’re ****ing starving, we’re ****ing dying | |
| Digging the holes they’ll find us crawling in | |
| When you feel next to nothing | |
| You’ll die in the clothes that you were born in | |
| On our knees we’re burning | |
| While the world still turning |
| Save my soul from the poisons of this world | |
| Seeds of lust, desire and deceit | |
| Bloom inside the darkest hearts | |
| Spreading, growing towards the light | |
| There is something about you | |
| You said | |
| You' re different | |
| Take me up into your arms | |
| I swear we' re infinite | |
| No desire to be here | |
| Just watch me disappear | |
| So let the dark clouds roll in | |
| Feel depression' s teeth sinking in | |
| We' re ing starving, we' re ing dying | |
| Digging the holes they' ll find us crawling in | |
| When you feel next to nothing | |
| You' ll die in the clothes that you were born in | |
| On our knees we' re burning | |
| While the world still turning |
| Save my soul from the poisons of this world | |
| Seeds of lust, desire and deceit | |
| Bloom inside the darkest hearts | |
| Spreading, growing towards the light | |
| There is something about you | |
| You said | |
| You' re different | |
| Take me up into your arms | |
| I swear we' re infinite | |
| No desire to be here | |
| Just watch me disappear | |
| So let the dark clouds roll in | |
| Feel depression' s teeth sinking in | |
| We' re ing starving, we' re ing dying | |
| Digging the holes they' ll find us crawling in | |
| When you feel next to nothing | |
| You' ll die in the clothes that you were born in | |
| On our knees we' re burning | |
| While the world still turning |