Songtexte You Aquiver - Soilwork feat. Dave Sheldon
                                                Turn 
                                                around 
                                                my 
                                                friend
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                watch 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                go 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                your 
                                                heart, 
                                                with 
                                                your 
                                                mind 
-                                                let 
                                                it 
                                                sink
 
                                    
                                
                                                Believing 
                                                your 
                                                thoughts 
                                                soon 
                                                will 
                                                migrate
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                    a 
                                                place 
                                                where 
                                                your 
                                                soul 
                                                is 
                                                    a 
                                                storm
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                insight 
                                                still 
                                                make 
                                                you 
                                                aquiver
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                ethereal 
                                                glow 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                master
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                controls 
                                                all 
                                                your 
                                                imminent 
                                                thoughts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                consuming 
                                                your 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                salvation, 
                                                heed...
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                fire 
                                                breaks 
                                                the 
                                                dawn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pervasive 
                                                hatred
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                intruding 
                                                your 
                                                inner 
                                                reluctance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wuthering 
                                                days 
                                                are
 
                                    
                                
                                                Extending 
                                                your 
                                                breakdown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lash 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                thorns 
                                                keep 
                                                piercing 
                                                your 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washed 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                crown 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                conscience 
                                                turns 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Greeting 
                                                somber 
                                                ages 
                                                to 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                                                Speeding 
                                                through 
                                                chambers 
                                                of 
                                                delusions
 
                                    
                                
                                                Summoning 
                                                the 
                                                ghosts 
                                                of 
                                                ourselves
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                aurora 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                blind 
                                                faith
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                is 
                                                me 
                                                but 
                                                if 
                                                    s 
                                                you 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                feel
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                shivers 
                                                are 
                                                constant 
                                                but 
                                                soothing
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                love 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                order 
                                                of 
                                                sins
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                    s 
                                                faithful 
                                                but 
                                                still 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                spreading 
                                                disease
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pervasive 
                                                hatred
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                intruding 
                                                your 
                                                inner 
                                                reluctance
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wuthering 
                                                days 
                                                are
 
                                    
                                
                                                Extending 
                                                your 
                                                breakdown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lash 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                thorns 
                                                keep 
                                                piercing 
                                                your 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washed 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                crown 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                conscience 
                                                turns 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Greeting 
                                                somber 
                                                ages
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lash 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                thorns 
                                                keep 
                                                piercing 
                                                your 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washed 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                crown 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                conscience 
                                                turns 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Greeting 
                                                somber 
                                                ages 
                                                to 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lash 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                thorns 
                                                keep 
                                                piercing 
                                                your 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washed 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                crown 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                conscience 
                                                turns 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Greeting 
                                                somber 
                                                ages
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lash 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                thorns 
                                                keep 
                                                piercing 
                                                your 
                                                soul
 
                                    
                                
                                                Washed 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                crown 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                conscience 
                                                turns 
                                                cold
 
                                    
                                
                                                Greeting 
                                                somber 
                                                ages 
                                                to 
                                                come
 
                                    
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