Song | The Torture Detachment |
Artist | Rome |
Album | Confessions D'Un Voleur D'Ames |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Rome | |
the torture detachment | |
is this some kind of confession? | |
am i obliged to let you speak? | |
are you still wondering whether | |
our actions are ever | |
completely pure? | |
how could i be sure | |
when all thieves lose their composure | |
when starvation is forcing its way through the trees | |
all the way down to the beach | |
mourn for me | |
as the sounds fall asleep | |
smother me | |
with your mad charity | |
with your poisonous mercy | |
smother me with charity | |
so we seek out the lonely roads | |
to rush towards the useless | |
and leave this riot of blossoms | |
to the simple minds | |
if you decide to accept my offer | |
to understand this sacrifice | |
think of me as inanimate matter | |
to hide me from their lies | |
so let me yearn for you | |
as you have yearned for me | |
this storm has left us stranded | |
but there's method to this madness | |
torture me with their ugliness | |
and their ugly dreams | |
hidden from the eyes of men | |
what courage | |
what foolishness | |
what strength | |
…es gibt einen weg in die freiheit… |
Rome | |
the torture detachment | |
is this some kind of confession? | |
am i obliged to let you speak? | |
are you still wondering whether | |
our actions are ever | |
completely pure? | |
how could i be sure | |
when all thieves lose their composure | |
when starvation is forcing its way through the trees | |
all the way down to the beach | |
mourn for me | |
as the sounds fall asleep | |
smother me | |
with your mad charity | |
with your poisonous mercy | |
smother me with charity | |
so we seek out the lonely roads | |
to rush towards the useless | |
and leave this riot of blossoms | |
to the simple minds | |
if you decide to accept my offer | |
to understand this sacrifice | |
think of me as inanimate matter | |
to hide me from their lies | |
so let me yearn for you | |
as you have yearned for me | |
this storm has left us stranded | |
but there' s method to this madness | |
torture me with their ugliness | |
and their ugly dreams | |
hidden from the eyes of men | |
what courage | |
what foolishness | |
what strength | |
es gibt einen weg in die freiheit |
Rome | |
the torture detachment | |
is this some kind of confession? | |
am i obliged to let you speak? | |
are you still wondering whether | |
our actions are ever | |
completely pure? | |
how could i be sure | |
when all thieves lose their composure | |
when starvation is forcing its way through the trees | |
all the way down to the beach | |
mourn for me | |
as the sounds fall asleep | |
smother me | |
with your mad charity | |
with your poisonous mercy | |
smother me with charity | |
so we seek out the lonely roads | |
to rush towards the useless | |
and leave this riot of blossoms | |
to the simple minds | |
if you decide to accept my offer | |
to understand this sacrifice | |
think of me as inanimate matter | |
to hide me from their lies | |
so let me yearn for you | |
as you have yearned for me | |
this storm has left us stranded | |
but there' s method to this madness | |
torture me with their ugliness | |
and their ugly dreams | |
hidden from the eyes of men | |
what courage | |
what foolishness | |
what strength | |
es gibt einen weg in die freiheit |