Lyric Context Universe
Shadows of dead trees appear like ghosts in poisoned clouds
Heart-wrenching cries agonize my soul
Hand to hand we fight
Shadows of dead trees appear like ghosts in poisoned clouds
Heart-wrenching cries agonize my soul
Hand to hand we fight
rhyming
wrenching
men so shallow
rhyming
wrenching
men so shallow
can't get free always got a grip on me
there's no use to fight this wrenching tourniquet of deprivation
obedience subservience leads to substance
can't get free always got a grip on me
there's no use to fight this wrenching tourniquet of deprivation
obedience subservience leads to substance
i'll follow towards the smoke
the wrenching of the rope
i'm always lost
i'll follow towards the smoke
the wrenching of the rope
i'm always lost