| Song | Simple Man |
| Artist | Highlord |
| Album | The Death Of The Artists |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Cold like a winter breeze... hanging like a spider... | |
| From the hank of your messed, hidden thoughts | |
| Wanna blame me? Want to kill me? | |
| It's your inner need... your loss of common sense | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand | |
| This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral | |
| I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
| A crowded mirror… a road without an end | |
| Thousand begging hands for something they deserve | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand | |
| This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral | |
| I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
| I’m going back with my mind, my soul is yearning for the ancient times | |
| In which the advantage of the Artist within the society | |
| Was commonly accepted and acknowledged with pleasure, joy and naturalness. | |
| The Artist, beautiful and rich of fine feelings was not a sterile stereotype | |
| But a simple, natural matter of fact. | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I'm just a simple man, you know I won't stand | |
| This is the reason why we're simply ephemeral | |
| I'm just what I am, don't rush, it won't make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins |
| Cold like a winter breeze... hanging like a spider... | |
| From the hank of your messed, hidden thoughts | |
| Wanna blame me? Want to kill me? | |
| It' s your inner need... your loss of common sense | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
| This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
| I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
| A crowded mirror a road without an end | |
| Thousand begging hands for something they deserve | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
| This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
| I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
| I' m going back with my mind, my soul is yearning for the ancient times | |
| In which the advantage of the Artist within the society | |
| Was commonly accepted and acknowledged with pleasure, joy and naturalness. | |
| The Artist, beautiful and rich of fine feelings was not a sterile stereotype | |
| But a simple, natural matter of fact. | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
| This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
| I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins |
| Cold like a winter breeze... hanging like a spider... | |
| From the hank of your messed, hidden thoughts | |
| Wanna blame me? Want to kill me? | |
| It' s your inner need... your loss of common sense | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
| This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
| I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
| A crowded mirror a road without an end | |
| Thousand begging hands for something they deserve | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
| This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
| I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins | |
| I' m going back with my mind, my soul is yearning for the ancient times | |
| In which the advantage of the Artist within the society | |
| Was commonly accepted and acknowledged with pleasure, joy and naturalness. | |
| The Artist, beautiful and rich of fine feelings was not a sterile stereotype | |
| But a simple, natural matter of fact. | |
| Did you ever... stop for a moment? | |
| Did you dare... to watch, to watch in the dark? | |
| I' m just a simple man, you know I won' t stand | |
| This is the reason why we' re simply ephemeral | |
| I' m just what I am, don' t rush, it won' t make sense | |
| A mortal angel with an abstinence from sins |