Criminal — Stillborn

Текст песни: Stillborn

Stillborn Lyrics[Lyrics of "Stillborn"]

[Verse 1]
I sit upon
An ornamented throne
In front of those
Who celebrate I'm gone
My eyes of glass
Witness the twisted mass
They dance in joy
I'm ignorance's toy
[Verse 2]
Pure child
Immaculate
Cold, white
And innocent
I give release
From life in pain
I am idol
I am their hope
I'm dead

[Chorus]
Fanatic
Ecstatic
Obsessed
Blessed with death

[Verse 4]
Stench of mortality
My body rots away
They boil my flesh
Prolonged decay
Extending this insanity

[Chorus]
Fanatic
Ecstatic
Obsessed
Blessed with death