Текст песни Entombed - In The Flesh
Entombed - In The Flesh слова песни
Carrying a heard the size of my headGot an angel on my backThe leftovers of my faceIs a leaden mask of deathDrink my coffee blackI sing with a voice full of scornBehind my bony mask of faceThey call me the one with hornsBut at the end of the day, I`m just tornI don`t think about things too muchSunken temples, sleeky smileI`ve been in the scene for much to longTo not be vileI`m scared stiff about the factThat someday I`ll slackLed astray in a world I once knewUsed to be king now considered a foolI admire your burnt skinBut is your flesh rotten right through?Alive among the lifelessIn a close-minded worldWhere no-one is true