Текст песни Misanthrope - Futile Future
Misanthrope - Futile Future слова песни
How our life is so futileWhat a fool to think about a tomorrowJoy is so furtiveWhen your pulpy kiss meets my lipsI do not believe in tenderness anymoreHenceforth more than simple promisesGo behind our distress in our self-cloakWe are just livid embers of futilityFutile futureFutile futureFutile futureFutile futureHow our life is so futileWhat a fool to think about a tomorrowJoy is so furtiveWhen your pulpy kiss meets my lipsFutile futureFutile futureFutile futureFutile futureWe are everything except extraordinaryI let my lots to the human sorrowSo where, who will I conjurate my demonsSimplicity is the power of a being, so be II do not believe in tenderness anymoreHenceforth more than simple promisesGo behind our distress in our self-cloakWe are just livid embers of futilityFutile futureFutile futureSo be I