Letra de Happy Hour (Disciples Of Death)

Have a black heart (Fall) I need suffering (Off) I need reckoning Clip your own wings (Mayday) I crave misery For it gives me the fuel I need Sell yourself short (Whore) I'm done I'm always done Weak, flawed, wasted It hurts This way of living And you think it's natural The pressure is mounting Disciple of death Viscera turns to stone Disciple of death Bow before the throne Worshipper of illusions Viscera turns to stone It hurts This way of living And you think it's natural Dead is dead is real Your black heart is mine Now is here is gone Patient misery is inevitability Life is alive here Racing toward the end Eat our black heart