Converge - Antithesis
Translated lyrics of Converge - Antithesis to
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- Antithesis
- Translation by: panzas
Antithesis
Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind.
Govern me, kill thy master.
You will not enslave me.
THe root is bitter but the fruit is sweet, but not exempt from criticism.
Small pox friendship.
You die, I take, you are the new slave.
Don't call me god, because I don't have a disease.
What is cold to you is love to me.
Savior seething, rolling you in, cherub in red said there's nothing to see here.
Hallowed be who art in heaven, I refuse to call that fucker by name.
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Publicado el: 2024-04-07 00:00:00 por panzas
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