The confinement of feeling clawing its way to get out to survive. lyrics The Brazen Bull The pipes sing songs of my hatred tonight, Stuck here to suffer. The pipes sing songs of my hatred tonight, Stuck here to suffer. This masterpiece of pain and craftsmanship, It keeps me boiling within. In the burning lost all that I claimed to love. A spiteful beast survived. Like a goddamn animal I claw the walls inside. In my head I killed myself a million fucking times. All I ever knew was this brazen hate. I am not suicidal but I cannot seem to wait. Pain and searing flesh in a motherfucking shell. I'm living a sickness in a skull sized hell. I'm fucking anchored by flesh and bone. Scorching fucking hate, a heart cold as stone. Through the carapace they do not realize, The unfolding hate and frustration in my eyes. Stuck here to suffer The carving is not sculpting me. Unbearable wounds this curse is haunting me. Marry a gun to the temple, fuck this misery. I can't wait for the silence bring the end of me. Pain and searing flesh in a motherfucking shell. I'm living a sickness in a skull sized hell. I'm fucking anchored by flesh and bone. Scorching fucking hate, a heart cold as stone. Nothing is better than life. Stuck here to Suffer!! It's in the smile of a broken man. It's in the wounds on a reaching hand. It's a past that we can't forget. A light in the dark that lonely stands. Like a goddamn animal I claw the walls inside. In my head I killed myself a million fucking times. All I ever knew was this brazen hate. I am not suicidal but I cannot seem to wait. Pain and searing flesh in a motherfucking shell. I'm living a sickness in a skull sized hell. I'm fucking anchored by flesh and bone. Scorching fucking hate, a heart cold as stone.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
