| 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 |