Apathy Songtext
von Machine Men
Apathy Songtext
Trapped inside his mind
Dying spirit cries
Shackled inside the dead man
The fallen angels try to fly
Looking for brothers and sisters from the sanctuary
Sinister regret
Thoughts about the end of the world
Will never leave his head
The messenger is lost
Too much pain it costs
If he looses control
On the edge of himself
And one of the freaks of society
Pretending saint deep in the apathy
Pilgrim′s heart is cold
Funeral of his soul
Celebrated a long time ago
A long time ago
Psycho in his mind
He's already blind
To see the truth and future
Under the shell of the man
Rage is rising and no one knows
But the eyes can only tell
What is going on
And one of the freaks of society
Pretending saint deep in the apathy
Pilgrim′s heart is cold
Funeral of his soul
Celebrated a long time ago
On the way to the tomb
Drowning his sorrow with his demands
You are mocking and spitting his heart
But one thing we know for sure
God had his day off when this man
Was lost into the war
One of the freaks of society
Pretending saint deep in the apathy
Pilgrim's heart is cold
Funeral of his soul
Celebrated a long time ago
One of the freaks of society
Pretending saint deep in the apathy
Pilgrim's heart is cold
Funeral of his soul
Celebrated a long time ago
Dying spirit cries
Shackled inside the dead man
The fallen angels try to fly
Looking for brothers and sisters from the sanctuary
Sinister regret
Thoughts about the end of the world
Will never leave his head
The messenger is lost
Too much pain it costs
If he looses control
On the edge of himself
And one of the freaks of society
Pretending saint deep in the apathy
Pilgrim′s heart is cold
Funeral of his soul
Celebrated a long time ago
A long time ago
Psycho in his mind
He's already blind
To see the truth and future
Under the shell of the man
Rage is rising and no one knows
But the eyes can only tell
What is going on
And one of the freaks of society
Pretending saint deep in the apathy
Pilgrim′s heart is cold
Funeral of his soul
Celebrated a long time ago
On the way to the tomb
Drowning his sorrow with his demands
You are mocking and spitting his heart
But one thing we know for sure
God had his day off when this man
Was lost into the war
One of the freaks of society
Pretending saint deep in the apathy
Pilgrim's heart is cold
Funeral of his soul
Celebrated a long time ago
One of the freaks of society
Pretending saint deep in the apathy
Pilgrim's heart is cold
Funeral of his soul
Celebrated a long time ago
Writer(s): Toni Markus Parviainen, Jarno Tapani Parantainen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

