Song of the damned - Soilwork

Postironic welaugh dream in sonic

Diamond overload

Drenched in fear by struck of lightning

Cause we’re only listening with one ear now

This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us Song of the damned, never ends, so don’t pretend

We are condemned where we stand, where we stand

This machine creates

what in some people’s mouth is called art

Too hard to comprehend

Too hard but will not bend, we will not bend

So why are we trusting those cynical souls

Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching-bleeding

with hearts open wide all so cold

Live for the moment get killed for the thrill

Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching bleeding for nothing

for we’ve seen it all

Fast and furious we’re riding with serpent speed

Through the essence, through the greed

Forcing ourselves to overcome this mystery

This restless degradation

temptation and our endless lust

Will bring us down — will bring us deeper down!

So why are we trusting those cynical souls

Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching-bleeding with hearts

open wide all so cold

Live for the moment get killed for the thrill

Bleeding, aching, bleeding, aching bleeding for nothing

for we’ve seen it all

Lead Wichers

Postironic we laugh dream in sonic

Diamond overload

Drenched in fear by struck of lightning

Cause we’re only listening with one ear now

This organism rips us apart, it feasts on us Song of the damned, never ends, so don’t pretend

We are condemned where we stand, where we stand

Song of the damned, never ends, so don’t pretend

We are condemned where we stand, where we stand

Song of the damned, never ends, so don’t pretend

We are condemned where we stand, where we stand