Heartache leads to eager angst
Distress and transfusing blast
Desolated conformed lust
Pilgrims to a furious crush
Ravaged
Foreseen
Despoiled
Reaving
Culling
Our dreams
Berserk
Rumbling
Coarse and severe exsanguinates
Sodden she born lament brays
Derogated morph and forlorn
She takes oaths for smashing high lords
All those nobles' people hallow
She is aware of the despair but still she ll be dressed conquer
All these vultures feed you slumber
So their gobbets must be scattered
History will be rewritten
A revolution that's rigid
A deflorated mental grip
Primat controls
His frail sheep flock
Splintered faith born
Vastly sham cores
Consecutive
Prairies burning
No accuses
Slender urging
Bland demising
Mother Nature
Leading us to
Our damnation
Abdication and distress dehumanizing fertilation
Fountains of mother earth will keep absorbing desolation
We sentence ourselves to death and there's no place for transmigration
Moneys lures forevermore, intensifying desperation
Green euphoria is condemned, the hangman will be human nation
Bigheads are seducing you, so you re not feeling laceration
Even moral fools don't speak while noxious programs raze and rape her
Sodden people don't give shit and resignate their termination
Soil implosion
Dilute vengeance
Fatal foddlers
To our stomachs
Vulture we stand
And succumbing
We close our eyes
And consuming
Defying determined coil sounds
Pour of green will be destilled out
Obtained set up declamations
A gust of mourn for what we did
Wont help to hark back carnage green
Equilibrium turbulated
Reconstruction wont start carvel
No fountains to rebuilt nature
But we re still mocking our condemn
No even close to comprehend
So, we keep begetting our fall
Crumbling on our own home
Delving deep our own tomb
But her revenge shall come
Obtained
People
Sink in
Languor
Her wrath
Will serve
Our death
Our mourn
Her plaint
Speaks us
We don't
Listen
Bigheads
Sordids
Dare her
Wilder
Spatting
For sports
While she's
Throttling
Quelling
Don't mean
Blighting
Dishing
Leaping
To mine
Vacant
Sources
What when
Endless
Bounty
Pauses?
Distorted Force - Fields in Desolation Lyrics
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Heartache leads to eager angst
Distress and transfusing blast
Desolated conformed lust
Pilgrims to a furious crush
Ravaged
Foreseen
Despoiled
Reaving
Culling
Our dreams
Berserk
Rumbling
Coarse and severe exsanguinates
Sodden she born lament brays
Derogated morph and forlorn
She takes oaths for smashing high lords
All those nobles' people hallow
She is aware of the despair but still she ll be dressed conquer
All these vultures feed you slumber
So their gobbets must be scattered
History will be rewritten
A revolution that's rigid
A deflorated mental grip
Primat controls
His frail sheep flock
Splintered faith born
Vastly sham cores
Consecutive
Prairies burning
No accuses
Slender urging
Bland demising
Mother Nature
Leading us to
Our damnation
Abdication and distress dehumanizing fertilation
Fountains of mother earth will keep absorbing desolation
We sentence ourselves to death and there's no place for transmigration
Moneys lures forevermore, intensifying desperation
Green euphoria is condemned, the hangman will be human nation
Bigheads are seducing you, so you re not feeling laceration
Even moral fools don't speak while noxious programs raze and rape her
Sodden people don't give shit and resignate their termination
Soil implosion
Dilute vengeance
Fatal foddlers
To our stomachs
Vulture we stand
And succumbing
We close our eyes
And consuming
Defying determined coil sounds
Pour of green will be destilled out
Obtained set up declamations
A gust of mourn for what we did
Wont help to hark back carnage green
Equilibrium turbulated
Reconstruction wont start carvel
No fountains to rebuilt nature
But we re still mocking our condemn
No even close to comprehend
So, we keep begetting our fall
Crumbling on our own home
Delving deep our own tomb
But her revenge shall come
Obtained
People
Sink in
Languor
Her wrath
Will serve
Our death
Our mourn
Her plaint
Speaks us
We don't
Listen
Bigheads
Sordids
Dare her
Wilder
Spatting
For sports
While she's
Throttling
Quelling
Don't mean
Blighting
Dishing
Leaping
To mine
Vacant
Sources
What when
Endless
Bounty
Pauses?
Distress and transfusing blast
Desolated conformed lust
Pilgrims to a furious crush
Ravaged
Foreseen
Despoiled
Reaving
Culling
Our dreams
Berserk
Rumbling
Coarse and severe exsanguinates
Sodden she born lament brays
Derogated morph and forlorn
She takes oaths for smashing high lords
All those nobles' people hallow
She is aware of the despair but still she ll be dressed conquer
All these vultures feed you slumber
So their gobbets must be scattered
History will be rewritten
A revolution that's rigid
A deflorated mental grip
Primat controls
His frail sheep flock
Splintered faith born
Vastly sham cores
Consecutive
Prairies burning
No accuses
Slender urging
Bland demising
Mother Nature
Leading us to
Our damnation
Abdication and distress dehumanizing fertilation
Fountains of mother earth will keep absorbing desolation
We sentence ourselves to death and there's no place for transmigration
Moneys lures forevermore, intensifying desperation
Green euphoria is condemned, the hangman will be human nation
Bigheads are seducing you, so you re not feeling laceration
Even moral fools don't speak while noxious programs raze and rape her
Sodden people don't give shit and resignate their termination
Soil implosion
Dilute vengeance
Fatal foddlers
To our stomachs
Vulture we stand
And succumbing
We close our eyes
And consuming
Defying determined coil sounds
Pour of green will be destilled out
Obtained set up declamations
A gust of mourn for what we did
Wont help to hark back carnage green
Equilibrium turbulated
Reconstruction wont start carvel
No fountains to rebuilt nature
But we re still mocking our condemn
No even close to comprehend
So, we keep begetting our fall
Crumbling on our own home
Delving deep our own tomb
But her revenge shall come
Obtained
People
Sink in
Languor
Her wrath
Will serve
Our death
Our mourn
Her plaint
Speaks us
We don't
Listen
Bigheads
Sordids
Dare her
Wilder
Spatting
For sports
While she's
Throttling
Quelling
Don't mean
Blighting
Dishing
Leaping
To mine
Vacant
Sources
What when
Endless
Bounty
Pauses?
Writer: Nikos Felekis
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid