Here at the edge of time I hear the whispers call Now at the end of life I see how far we fall Paying no heed to tears you cried Leaving me cold and dead inside
The needle falls loosely Dropping from your arm Warmth turns to darkness In this infected slum Passed out junkies and loosely clad whores Decorate this room with no windows and no doors
This well of souls Will bring you down This well of souls Gonna make you drown This well of souls Well of Souls
Hanging from a rope That’s got you tied in knots Drift away from this earth You’re drunk when the chair falls You’re clutching tightly to every last breath It’s a futile gesture as you snap your neck
In the well of souls Will bring you down In the well of souls Gonna make you drown In the well of souls Well of Souls
The filth pollutes our cities as we’re looking on Everything we see becomes accepted, but God will have His turn Another whore begs for money out on the street Another drunk falls down, can’t stand on his feet
God will have His turn
This well of souls Will bring you down This well of souls Gonna make you drown This well of souls Well of SoulsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
