Disincarnated Lyrics
| Song | Disincarnated |
| Artist | AktiveHate |
| Album | X-Synthesized (Box Set) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| What’s laying here inside four walls, | |
| Are memories unborn… | |
| The richest of the richest ones, | |
| Would buy me these for sure… | |
| The mirrored paintings, becoming my own schemes, | |
| A diagram of this soul… A plant of foundries to redeem… | |
| And the shades of the lucid things,become another woe… | |
| In sanity I can swell my pain, and hope is mirrored unborn! | |
| Wraiths feed me every night in silence, mMice keep just calling in… | |
| And the sweetest taste of novocaine, is reduced to infants hilarity!!! | |
| And the innocence keeps its daily loss, as the children see hallowed souls, | |
| Without a hand that feeds them with love, dismantling in tears and woes… | |
| But inside this asylum I’m dying! | |
| This orphanage has engulfed me within… | |
| If we could see the tears they cry, | |
| In hope they live, pursue their lives! | |
| These walls where cursed, insanity! | |
| But now they’re blessed, for they can see… |
| What' s laying here inside four walls, | |
| Are memories unborn | |
| The richest of the richest ones, | |
| Would buy me these for sure | |
| The mirrored paintings, becoming my own schemes, | |
| A diagram of this soul A plant of foundries to redeem | |
| And the shades of the lucid things, become another woe | |
| In sanity I can swell my pain, and hope is mirrored unborn! | |
| Wraiths feed me every night in silence, mMice keep just calling in | |
| And the sweetest taste of novocaine, is reduced to infants hilarity!!! | |
| And the innocence keeps its daily loss, as the children see hallowed souls, | |
| Without a hand that feeds them with love, dismantling in tears and woes | |
| But inside this asylum I' m dying! | |
| This orphanage has engulfed me within | |
| If we could see the tears they cry, | |
| In hope they live, pursue their lives! | |
| These walls where cursed, insanity! | |
| But now they' re blessed, for they can see |
| What' s laying here inside four walls, | |
| Are memories unborn | |
| The richest of the richest ones, | |
| Would buy me these for sure | |
| The mirrored paintings, becoming my own schemes, | |
| A diagram of this soul A plant of foundries to redeem | |
| And the shades of the lucid things, become another woe | |
| In sanity I can swell my pain, and hope is mirrored unborn! | |
| Wraiths feed me every night in silence, mMice keep just calling in | |
| And the sweetest taste of novocaine, is reduced to infants hilarity!!! | |
| And the innocence keeps its daily loss, as the children see hallowed souls, | |
| Without a hand that feeds them with love, dismantling in tears and woes | |
| But inside this asylum I' m dying! | |
| This orphanage has engulfed me within | |
| If we could see the tears they cry, | |
| In hope they live, pursue their lives! | |
| These walls where cursed, insanity! | |
| But now they' re blessed, for they can see |
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