Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Wretched , by - Crisis. Song from the album Deathshead Extermination, in the genre МеталRelease date: 25.03.1996
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Wretched |
| I’m so cold. |
| nothing on the inside |
| So burn me |
| So cold. |
| no one to hold |
| So burn this body |
| I’m not feeling anymore |
| Chilling, now I’m turning to stone |
| So burn this wretched body |
| Angel ambrace this disheveled wretch |
| I am the thief who hides the light beneath the filth of burning fingers |
| Smothered under not quite drowning reaching over, not quite living |
| This is the gravedigger who throws his own body |
| Beneath the shit you tread carry me there |
| Regret the life tarry onward running away calloused |
| These ribs hold no more than hollowness — a hole dug as my grave |
| Though I’m buried insode my head |
| Already dead to your touch, to your light |
| Your eyes march forward with condemnation… |
| Feel this solitude |
| Burn with me |