
Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Song language: English
Sycophant |
I’ve seen a living nightmare |
The faceless monster from my lucid dreams |
He’s never what he seems |
A dead end road, no outlet |
Selling your soul, your self-inflicting |
Unforgiving purgatory |
Such a fake, I see the smoke on the mirrors |
A faint illusion of a true friend that was dear to me |
Just a leech, just a fake, just a figure dear to me |
Just put the gun in your mouth, load the bullet, pull the trigger |
Your heart is desolate |
You ran the river dry, you ran the river dry |
Such a shame, childish games you always have to play |
I’m fucking done with you but he’s not done with me |
He screams for help |
Take me, I swear there’s no way to save me |
Thinking of giving up lately |
'Cause I’m really starting to hate these voices |
Take it from me; |
you’ll stop listening eventually |
When you see it’s just blasphemy, oh |
Take it from me; |
you’ll stop listening eventually |
When you see it’s just blasphemy |
You can try to cover up the lies, it’s no surprise |
I don’t believe your petty alibis |
I saw right through you the moment we locked dead eyes |
I gazed into your soul as darkness consumed the light |
I saw right through you the moment we locked dead eyes |
I gazed into your soul as darkness consumed the light |
Take me, I swear there’s no way to save me |
Thinking of giving up lately |
'Cause I’m really starting to hate these voices |
Take me, I swear there’s no way to save me |
Thinking of giving up lately |
'Cause I’m really starting to hate these voices |
Vultures that sit back with their hands wide open |
The sycophant that feeds on me |
That feeds on me |
That feeds on me |