paroles de chanson The Cabal - Elvenking

I wake up and I feel I was stranded
In a world that hardly represents me
Step by step I collect all my nightmares
Like a modern Renoir, I′m painting my life away
Don't you think that I′m not gonna worry
Don't you think that I don't feel sorry
Soon I′ll find my way and I′ll let you know
Sitting down in my room I feel so empty
Staring with lonely eyes at the words I am laying down
With cold blood I swallow all the absinthe
That you gave me that cold winter night
Don't you think that I′m not gonna worry
Don't you think that I don′t feel sorry
Soon I'll find my way and I′ll let you know
I feel a decadent poet, forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own heart
Under the mud of a pigsty, a cabal of murdered, broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste
Lost you, I have lost you, brother
The strength you hid inside your eyes
Makes me believe I can still live my life
I learnt from the ashes
Of the tears I dropped for all these years
My love is now living, is living for real
I feel a decadent poet, forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own heart
Under the mud of a pigsty, a cabal of murdered broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste
I feel a decadent poet, forced to bury his art
Forced to bury his own heart
Under the mud of a pigsty, a cabal of murdered broken hearts
Longing for my bitter taste