
Date of issue: 31.03.2008
Song language: English
Misanthrope |
And doesn’t this road lead back nowhere at every turn? |
Misanthrope. |
Despise those of this flesh. |
Can this torment bring me peace? |
They flood the margin to feed the treatment. |
A cure that will never come. |
She becomes a study. |
Doesn’t hope leave her? |
Damned. |
I despise those of this flesh. |
Misanthrope. |
Can the end of my rope reveal a cure? |
Misanthrope. |
Can I abandon my spite, my bitterness? |
Can this torment give me peace? |
Misanthrope. |
To the saviors who betray me with every breath, |
Who sell themselves at every turn as they sink beneath contempt. |
They let her rot. |
I’d love to claw out your heart, to deny you the breath. |
Misanthrope. |
I despise those of this flesh. |
Gloom kills. |
Gloom kills time. |
Gloom kills time once spent on love. |
Rock. |
Can this torment bring me peace? |
Drowning in the white and bottomless. |
Hypothermia in the cold and sterile. |
Hooks in flesh drag her under. |
All I can pray is they become yours. |
They become yours. |
Can this torment give me peace? |