Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Greed , by - Tystnaden. Song from the album In Our Eye, in the genre Классика металаRelease date: 15.10.2012
Record label: Renaissance
Song language: English
Greed |
| Vain inside, and forced to lie, on the edge of the world, now you stand so |
| proud and grow* |
| The sensation of the fortune on you, won’t help you to grow stronger, |
| but to grow all your wealth, not your heart |
| So hate me when you want |
| Join with the spite of luck |
| Thus do I die and gather day by day your own greed lies |
| You spent time to get rich |
| You spent your life alone |
| Thus do I die and gather day by day your own greed lies |
| I’m filling my moods with my rage for your overwhelming wins |
| You have all, you’ve always won |
| So are you to my thoughts |
| As flies swallow in mud |
| You win the ticket, the million dollar you love |
| You’d hate me now |
| My hands won’t hold up your ass |
| Breed in greed, and lie again, 'till the end of your world, 'till the soil |
| brings up your corpse |
| in the end of time, you will rise, facing a world you’ll never know, |
| 'cause you’re dead to my eyes, a waste of time |
| I know that you’ve got friends |
| But they stab in your back |
| You’ll realize this when you’ll lie down dead on your rich ground |
| I’ve asked your help sometimes, |
| You turned your back with lies, |
| But all you’ve wanted was to keep your treasures safe from men |
| I’m filling my moods with my rage for your overwhelming wins |
| you have all, you’ve always won |
| I’m the only you closed out at the door of your life… you forget me |
| So are you to my thoughts |
| As flies wallow in mud |
| You win the ticket, the million dollars you love |
| You’d hate me now |
| My hands won’t hold up your ass |
| Please drink from |
| my potion |
| I’ll help you, my dear |
| This potion |
| Will stick you |
| Then you will be free |
| Oh, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, |
| The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, |
| That did not better provide… |
| I’ll pity you then, dear friend, |
| My pity is enough to cure you |
| Please drink from |
| my potion |
| I’ll help you, my dear |
| This potion |
| Will stick you |
| Then you will be free |
| Whilst, like a willing patient, you will drink |
| potions of eisel 'gainst your strong infection; |
| I’ll pity you then, dear friend, |
| My pity is enough to cure you. |
| This is for you |
| Vain inside, and forced to lie, on the edge of the world, now you stand so |
| proud and grow |
| the sensation of the fortune on you, won’t help you to grow stronger, |
| but to grow all your wealth, now you’re dead, buried alive. |