كلمات Blues Of Ire

Home, where everything is dead Corrode, my vicious soul You come down as I wash out Watch me fall in, your god shoots up Strung out, laid down, my rage, shoot up Why do I love tears and screaming? Violent thoughts are without meaning, Sleepless as I lie in bed, lack of life makes me feel dead Weaknesses are shown, Sight bears deceit Things in my head, quarrel endlessly Hedon faith, My desire Violent thoughts The blues of ire