A Taste of Morbid Bliss

Dead Whore River

Compositor: Não Disponível

A pale image of a utopia ambles amidst our minds
Bringing the preordained suffering only happiness can provide

Awaiting disaster
Life is a massacre
Awaiting disaster
A taste of morbid bliss

A holocaust of opinions circulate when one creates
Dissected by the mental abyss joyful harps become a serpents hiss

Smiles come
And turn into frowns
Worlds shatter
In an instant
Life is drown

To truly know happiness one must know sorrow

Tender petals of a beautiful rose have a body of thorns
Thats how they grow

A taste of morbid bliss

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