Текст и слова песни Thy Light – I Am The Bitter Taste Of Gall
I contemplate the decaying force of the forged nature, that I have been forced to admire.
None of this is more special then a bitter draft at sunrise.
I am just the flesh attached to bones that serve no other purpose, other than rotting;
The beauty of everything that has ever yearned to be beautiful is just makeup on existentialist dross;
I am the bitter taste of gall that circulates in the veins of those who still consider the eternal penitence a godly gift;
All your idols are dead, they died in vain, what for?
... Life?
None of this is more special then a bitter draft at sunrise.
I am just the flesh attached to bones that serve no other purpose, other than rotting;
The beauty of everything that has ever yearned to be beautiful is just makeup on existentialist dross;
I am the bitter taste of gall that circulates in the veins of those who still consider the eternal penitence a godly gift;
All your idols are dead, they died in vain, what for?
... Life?
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