The Fevered Circle (Studio) Lyrics

Each day a mournful pity
Life looks upon you with scorn
Hopes flee, visions elude
As your feeble breath is turnSix sinister thorns of beuaty
The claws of the non-divine
Our right to breathe
Our right to bleed
Forever deniedWhat some seek in the depths of the unknown
Need not be sought so far
The truth of what we areEach day a fevered circle
Life looks upon you with scorn
Six sinister claws of darkness
Strip your flesh to the bone
Songwriters
BJORLER, ANDERS MARTIN / BJORLER, JONAS FREDRIK / ERLANDSSON, ADRIAN / LINDBERG, TOMAS / LARSSON, MARTIN PAULPublished by
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