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Paroles: The Dear Hunter. In Cauda Venenum.

We're biting our tongue, (biling our time),
an apparittion; awoken
with an urge to own and ocupy

Who ever said this was easy?

A majesty's massacre floods the fields of red,
blood on your body naturally rushes the blood
to your head.

Now with our hands aligned, these arms move tonight

And we cry \"no we can not allow this\"
\"No, this is terrible\" With ideals we're idle
as they lust for more.
But oh, if you'll settle the score
we'd never be so excited to see you before.

In the cradle we're helpless, but on our feet we
are fatal. How we evolve and grow into
twisted beasts with desire for disorder.

Oh! What a terrible,
terrible game we play
Replacing a pawn for a body
and the players; politicians
who say what they need to say.

What would you say...?

Now with our hands aligned, these arms move
tonight. Here with abrasive eyes, pain in
plain sight.

And we cry \"no we can not allow this\"
\"No, this is terrible\" With ideals we're idle
as they lust for more.
But oh, if you'll settle the score
we'd never be so
excited to see you before.

Oh, when i think about your smile
oh, when i think about your eres
oh, when i think about your lies

Travelled all this way just to find love

(Thanks to lolazolol for these lyrics)