Tekster: Nightwish. Century Child. Slaying The Dreamer.
I'm a priest for the poorest sacrifice
I'm but a raft in a sea of sorrow, sorrow and greed
You bathed in my wine, drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme
Your slit tongues licked my aching wounds
Put a stake through my heart and drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed as you're slaying the dreamer
Swan song for the wish of night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
Put a stake through my heart and drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed as you're slaying the dreamer
Blame me, it's me
Coward, a good-for-nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, living a dream
Romantic only on a paper
Tell me why you took all that was mine
Stay as you lay, don't lead me astray
Tell me why you took all that was mine
Stay as you lay, don't lead me astray
Wake up, mow the weed
You'd be nothing without me
Take my life if you have the heart, heart to die
You bastards tainted my soul, raped my words, played me a fool
Gather your precious glitter and leave me be
The great ones are all dead and I'm tired, too
I truly hate you all
I'm but a raft in a sea of sorrow, sorrow and greed
You bathed in my wine, drank from my cup, mocked my rhyme
Your slit tongues licked my aching wounds
Put a stake through my heart and drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed as you're slaying the dreamer
Swan song for the wish of night
God it hurts, give a name to the pain
Our primrose path to hell is growing weed
Put a stake through my heart and drag me into sunlight
So awake for your greed as you're slaying the dreamer
Blame me, it's me
Coward, a good-for-nothing scapegoat
Dumb kid, living a dream
Romantic only on a paper
Tell me why you took all that was mine
Stay as you lay, don't lead me astray
Tell me why you took all that was mine
Stay as you lay, don't lead me astray
Wake up, mow the weed
You'd be nothing without me
Take my life if you have the heart, heart to die
You bastards tainted my soul, raped my words, played me a fool
Gather your precious glitter and leave me be
The great ones are all dead and I'm tired, too
I truly hate you all
Century Child
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