paroles de chanson Deadly Nightshade (feat. Brook Pridemore) - Wormtooth

Giving up the plan
Don't give a good goddamn, ay
Never understand
Why they never had a fan, ay
Need a rubber band?
Think they need a better brand, ay
They never been a band,
They just banded up to stand straight
Lace they product
While I sell that belladonna
Night shade's daughter
Ripe for the slaughter
Cauterize the wound
While I caught a ride to luna
Ought to pride themselves
In the awful blind truth, yup
Breach bound but I laid my circle
Rewound till I found my purpose
Decoded my words are worthless
Dethroned and beset by Serpents
Searching as I Work my magic
Hermit but I earned my palace
Vermin with a hedge witch status
Sermons dipped in dead glitch malice
Calouses stitched in my sleeve, yup
Galahad shifts in his sleep, yuh
Palate is rich in the Breach.
Use my ballads as pitch for the beast. What?

I ain't got a lot of talents I just got a lot of pain
I'm just tryna find a balance I'm just tryna find a stage
I'm just tryna find a challenge so the setting might change
Blame it on the chalice full of deadly nightshade

Got 'em in a trance so the memory might fade
Never stood a chance which they might find strange
In the Tesseract this is steady decay
Let me on a track and I'm deadly nightshade
Balance it shifts out of reach
Yellow King sits on a throne of disease
Put me on the case and you'll never find peace
Please, fleas to a beast, cease
Got my thoughts tough in the breach, yup
While my body falling to pieces
Settle your bets for you leave, son
Yellow robe on for the season
Moth-eaten brain with no reason
Smile while gnashing his teeth, done
Black crown twisted to become
Demon King of the Breach, wut?

There's something in the back of my mind
When I was young it pretended to be me
Used my voice spoke to me in my thoughts
Told me I was nothing
I feel its gossamer claws behind my eyes daily still
I have studied the methods of binding
Black ink onto scrap paper
This is the incantation
This is the ritual
Which I use to destroy my foe
A warlock
Aspiring to those greater works that have shaped me
My enemy has tried for years to destroy me and failed
It's nagging, its tearing claws
Have ripped layers of weakness away
Along with these scars that they've left
My mind has learned the ways of ink and blood

I ain't got a lot of talents I just got a lot of pain
I'm just Tryna find a balance I'm just tryna find a stage
I'm just Tryna find a challenge so the setting might change
Blame it on the chalice full of deadly nightshade

I ain't got a lot of talents I just got a lot of pain
I'm just Tryna find a balance I'm just tryna find a stage
I'm just Tryna find a challenge so the setting might change
Blame it on the chalice full of deadly nightshade

Now my foe is my familiar
It still tears at me
But I grin in its face and draw its malice to my pen
I will not destroy it
I will make its poison my own