Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Style Is Death, artist -Date of issue: 12.07.2016
Song language: English
The Style Is Death |
| Under the cold of tears she’ll decay and be warm. |
| The style is death. |
| A white rose in a morphine dream. |
| A joke to amuse life. |
| Goodbye into a snowstorm. |
| While you shake the thoughts, memories of conversation. |
| Come back the line like eager sadness. |
| A knife hollows them out. |
| Hollows them out. |
| A thin skin of black letters. |
| A thin skin of black letters. |
| I make myself sick. |
| Born with thoughts of disappointment. |
| Hands out, palms dry. |
| Give me something to grasp. |
| False truth or fake hope. |
| We say yes to death |