Letra de Inhaling Disbelief - Hour Of Penance
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Transformed into void
I realize...
[Missing lines]
Someone made a hole
In the sky, left us blind.
Tortured gear of the
New millennium machine,
Awakening the monster.
Tongue-torn oracle,
Yet my mouth is bleeding.
Grotesque messiah
In a living dead world.
Living dead world.
Falling deep.
[Missing lines]
Inhaling disbelief to run faster.
Woe to the ones who ask why.
The learning is complete,
For we enclosure rage
To draw death from death.
A new code from sadness.
No one will ask why.
Inhaling disbelief to run faster.
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Woe to them.
Restart into
New ways of misery.
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
Mass-produced passions, fears scheduled.
No one will rise from here.
Buried alive, the painful gift of recognition
Burns inside me, burns inside me.
I am awake.
I am awake.
Mass-produced passions, fears scheduled.
No one will rise from here.
Buried alive, the painful gift of recognition
Burns inside me, burns inside me.
I am awake.
[Solos: Enrico / Francesco]
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
I realize...
[Missing lines]
Someone made a hole
In the sky, left us blind.
Tortured gear of the
New millennium machine,
Awakening the monster.
Tongue-torn oracle,
Yet my mouth is bleeding.
Grotesque messiah
In a living dead world.
Living dead world.
Falling deep.
[Missing lines]
Inhaling disbelief to run faster.
Woe to the ones who ask why.
The learning is complete,
For we enclosure rage
To draw death from death.
A new code from sadness.
No one will ask why.
Inhaling disbelief to run faster.
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/inhaling-disbelief-hour-of-penance.php
Woe to them.
Restart into
New ways of misery.
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
Mass-produced passions, fears scheduled.
No one will rise from here.
Buried alive, the painful gift of recognition
Burns inside me, burns inside me.
I am awake.
I am awake.
Mass-produced passions, fears scheduled.
No one will rise from here.
Buried alive, the painful gift of recognition
Burns inside me, burns inside me.
I am awake.
[Solos: Enrico / Francesco]
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
We all invoke you, we still fear you.
We all invoke you, we still fear you.