Paroles de None Shall Return

Accounted millions, living the dream Some things just aren't quite what they seem... Drowned in temptation Black hearts turned I'll Insatiable can't get there fill From deep within the pits of sin Uphold the cause to feed While children sleep, the devil creeps Invokes you full of greed Unholy millions Living a lie! And tell it straight into they eyes God bless the victims and cure the lame Sometimes they all want amnesty Now greed has ripped you heart, in a constantly as you tore it apart So grown disease is on the soul Harpenters (?) of your fate, laughin at you cause they know it's to late Your future sealed the bells as told Heavy time! ahhhhhhhhhh! noooooooooooo! From deep within the pits of sin Uphold the cause to feed While children sleep, the devil creeps Invokes you full of greed