Victory Denied lyrics : "The Disease"
Save your words for the black,
Speak your words if there you last,
And scream if you want to.
No, get out of my head
I wont give in to your rotten ways
Neither will I drift into your world
The serpent servants are tearing
Stretching my skin to tight to breath
I wont give in.
Putrid stench of the fowl
Their all around me
I can't escape their grip, monsters from below
A thousand hands pull at me
I can't escape there grip
Their all around me, Monsters from below
The serpent servants are tearing
Stretching my skin to tight to breath
I wont give in.
Putrid stench of the fowl
Their all around me
I can't escape their grip, monsters from below
A thousand hands pull at me
I can't escape there grip
Their all around me, Monsters from below
Straight into the arms of the disease.
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