Cold Mourning
Leon Chapman
A piece of myself is given away
Self respect no more
In the soul you'll never lay
I've become an open sore
Resist the tirade
Doesn't sound such as a symphony
I'll cry with the parade
Empty shell of a man I'll be
Empty shell of a man you'll see
Down the hole we go
Wicked heart it cries out
Fall in, individual too shallow
Left forever in doubt
It's enough to make an angel cry
Resist the tirade
Doesn't sound such as a symphony
I'll cry with the parade
Empty shell of a man I'll be
Empty shell of a man you'll see
Wrapped in the tastle
Submerged in the rabble
Tyrants rule without a crown
Vein injection upside down