Lyrics Theory of the Will - Morda

Theory of the Will

For once I found it
Taste my greed
I forsake a waste of tears
We are supposed to be happy
We try so damn hard
So damn fucking hard
What
What would I give
I WILL TAKE NO OATHS ANYMORE
What would I give
Prevailing years of blinding darkness
In my will to power life (and its aspects)
AZERION WAS MY RELIEF
Ten times
Let it slip
Fuck fuck
Shake it down
Split it up
FUCKFACE
You turned me into disgrace
Fuck fuck
Shake it down
Split it out
MOTHERFUCKER
I was one of your cut 'n pastes
For once I found it
Taste my greed
I forsake a waste of tears
Sweet Azerion