Song | Perpetual Healing (Infinite Pain) |
Artist | Martyr |
Album | Feeding The Abscess |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Where are they gone, | |
All your hopes and your dreams? | |
Cheaply sold to icons of the rot. | |
A common cesspool of all our ideals | |
Repent! | |
In God we Trust | |
Buy low, sell high! | |
Cold, Numb, Gone | |
Nothing can keep me here! | |
Nothing... | |
Crack a line in my face, | |
Look into me. | |
As light and sound tear me asunder | |
All you will see... an empty shell | |
Tyrant! | |
You're the cattle | |
You're the butcher | |
No longer can I see | |
Perched here within me | |
I ponder and assemble myself | |
Like a puzzle, a psychic conundrum | |
Whilst my mind continues to flee | |
And I am lost in my retreat | |
Perpetual Healing... | |
Infinite Pain! | |
-Coup de Théatre- | |
A miasmal tragedy | |
I wear the mask of normalcy | |
Far be it for to upset | |
Your reality | |
But I must, and so I become | |
Perpetual Healing | |
Infinite Pain | |
[Lead : Daniel Mongrain] | |
My soul... Petrified | |
Revealing myself... Open wide | |
Judgment will be my pride | |
For wasting my life | |
Perpetual Healing... | |
Infinity, Pain! |
Where are they gone, | |
All your hopes and your dreams? | |
Cheaply sold to icons of the rot. | |
A common cesspool of all our ideals | |
Repent! | |
In God we Trust | |
Buy low, sell high! | |
Cold, Numb, Gone | |
Nothing can keep me here! | |
Nothing... | |
Crack a line in my face, | |
Look into me. | |
As light and sound tear me asunder | |
All you will see... an empty shell | |
Tyrant! | |
You' re the cattle | |
You' re the butcher | |
No longer can I see | |
Perched here within me | |
I ponder and assemble myself | |
Like a puzzle, a psychic conundrum | |
Whilst my mind continues to flee | |
And I am lost in my retreat | |
Perpetual Healing... | |
Infinite Pain! | |
Coup de The atre | |
A miasmal tragedy | |
I wear the mask of normalcy | |
Far be it for to upset | |
Your reality | |
But I must, and so I become | |
Perpetual Healing | |
Infinite Pain | |
Lead nbsp: Daniel Mongrain | |
My soul... Petrified | |
Revealing myself... Open wide | |
Judgment will be my pride | |
For wasting my life | |
Perpetual Healing... | |
Infinity, Pain! |
Where are they gone, | |
All your hopes and your dreams? | |
Cheaply sold to icons of the rot. | |
A common cesspool of all our ideals | |
Repent! | |
In God we Trust | |
Buy low, sell high! | |
Cold, Numb, Gone | |
Nothing can keep me here! | |
Nothing... | |
Crack a line in my face, | |
Look into me. | |
As light and sound tear me asunder | |
All you will see... an empty shell | |
Tyrant! | |
You' re the cattle | |
You' re the butcher | |
No longer can I see | |
Perched here within me | |
I ponder and assemble myself | |
Like a puzzle, a psychic conundrum | |
Whilst my mind continues to flee | |
And I am lost in my retreat | |
Perpetual Healing... | |
Infinite Pain! | |
Coup de Thé atre | |
A miasmal tragedy | |
I wear the mask of normalcy | |
Far be it for to upset | |
Your reality | |
But I must, and so I become | |
Perpetual Healing | |
Infinite Pain | |
Lead nbsp: Daniel Mongrain | |
My soul... Petrified | |
Revealing myself... Open wide | |
Judgment will be my pride | |
For wasting my life | |
Perpetual Healing... | |
Infinity, Pain! |