Текст песни Left Hand Solution - The Futile Passion
Left Hand Solution - The Futile Passion слова песни
In the gallery of lost hopesWe stand as mortal shellsIn this futile passionLet the whorish smile seduce youIn this sickness we all carryLet the insects crawl you throughOn this sweet and sickly dayMy soiled hands dig in the mouldWhere all beauty lies rottingIn the gallery of lost hopesYou pass between my memoriesAs morality dies in my heartLet the whorish smile seduce youOn this sweet and sickly dayWhite sheets drenchedWith bodily fluids that dry on my skinExperience the infection I bringI cling to you in fever and lay myself into your seaAnd let the nausea wash through me