Tad Morose - Undead - Sözleri

Empty shelves, hollow corridors A daunting smell, never felt before

Compassion breaking down In time we lose ourselves, anyway 



A strange emotion fill the air The second seal, cracked up, unfair I force

the needle through my spine No savior burning, hammer on... 



Still chained to the world Oh, our circle still turns 

It's not fair, it's not fair undead 













		
			



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