Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Contagion Clasp, artist - Hail to the King. Album song Dynasties, in the genre Date of issue: 22.07.2013
Record label: CD Baby
Song language: English
Contagion Clasp |
| What kind of hell is this? |
| Lips locked as tight as my fingers to this porcelain |
| Love made in pure disgust |
| There’s no escaping my own mind |
| Circulation a thing of distant memory |
| To my feeble failing extremities |
| My gaze grudge fucking refracted image |
| Thoughts evading my very existence |
| The only thing returning glances, the pile of shit I called a man |
| What kind of hell is this? |
| God sharing kin, with the monster’s under my bed |
| This instance, the only monster’s reside in my head |
| A skeleton, making residence in a closet |
| Refusing to rot away, still it kicks and screams |
| Motherfucker, you don’t want to see what I’ve seen |
| Repeating, incoherent, mindless echoes |
| I’ve fell down my own endless rabbit hole |
| What kind of hell is this, is it all in my head or does it really exist? |
| What kind of hell is this |
| What kind of hell is this, is it all in my head or does it really exist? |
| Refusing to rot away, still it kicks and screams |
| Motherfucker, you don’t wanna see what I’ve seen |