Songtext von Vagrant Stomp

Imagination is the curse of every liar Alleviation as we crawl on through the mire And everyone will say you're crazy Spending all your time being oh so lazy Corruption is the plane to take you higher Medication is the key to hallucination The only saving grace we have is amputation And who decides what we call sinning Losing everything just to show we're winning The rising of the poor is the salutation Black hearts, on fire With terminal spirit disease False hope, expires Bringing the world to its knees Strychnine desire Open the wound to release Black hearts, on fire With terminal spirit disease Black hearts, on fire With terminal spirit disease False hope, expires Bringing the world to its knees Strychnine desire Open the wound to release Black hearts, on fire With terminal spirit disease Twisted visions Burning deep in the back of my head Tainted dosage I don't remember what the doctor said Numbing feeling Stripping the flesh from my old shattered bones Sleepless dreaming Never before have I felt so alone