Song | Empty words |
Artist | Death |
Album | Live in L.A. Death & Raw |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Ashes and promises share a bond | |
Through the winds of change, words are blown away | |
When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind | |
The power to let go is sometimes hard to find | |
The answer cannot be found | |
In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
In a precious world of memories | |
We find ourselves confined | |
Claws so razor sharp | |
Ripping at the spirit | |
Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
When forever is to be until | |
Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
No escaping from those haunting, empty words | |
Do you ever feel it? | |
A craving that is so strong | |
To by thought rewind in order to find | |
Expectations that shined through the doubt | |
That soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth | |
When tomorrow comes to be and we are left | |
Standing on our own and seeing what is real | |
The answer cannot be found | |
In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
In a precious world of memories | |
We find ourselves confined | |
Claws so razor sharp | |
Ripping at the spirit | |
Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
When forever is to be until | |
Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
No escaping from those haunting, empty words |
Ashes and promises share a bond | |
Through the winds of change, words are blown away | |
When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind | |
The power to let go is sometimes hard to find | |
The answer cannot be found | |
In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
In a precious world of memories | |
We find ourselves confined | |
Claws so razor sharp | |
Ripping at the spirit | |
Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
When forever is to be until | |
Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
No escaping from those haunting, empty words | |
Do you ever feel it? | |
A craving that is so strong | |
To by thought rewind in order to find | |
Expectations that shined through the doubt | |
That soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth | |
When tomorrow comes to be and we are left | |
Standing on our own and seeing what is real | |
The answer cannot be found | |
In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
In a precious world of memories | |
We find ourselves confined | |
Claws so razor sharp | |
Ripping at the spirit | |
Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
When forever is to be until | |
Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
No escaping from those haunting, empty words |
Ashes and promises share a bond | |
Through the winds of change, words are blown away | |
When visions that should be are tattooed in your mind | |
The power to let go is sometimes hard to find | |
The answer cannot be found | |
In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
In a precious world of memories | |
We find ourselves confined | |
Claws so razor sharp | |
Ripping at the spirit | |
Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
When forever is to be until | |
Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
No escaping from those haunting, empty words | |
Do you ever feel it? | |
A craving that is so strong | |
To by thought rewind in order to find | |
Expectations that shined through the doubt | |
That soon would turn into the price, of what a word will be worth | |
When tomorrow comes to be and we are left | |
Standing on our own and seeing what is real | |
The answer cannot be found | |
In the writing of others or the words of a trained mind | |
In a precious world of memories | |
We find ourselves confined | |
Claws so razor sharp | |
Ripping at the spirit | |
Promises a potential to hurt, is anything real? | |
When forever is to be until | |
Deep inside, in the world of empty words | |
No escaping from those haunting, empty words |