Hallowed Ground Songtext
von Sarea

This affliction, this malady
A curse without a natural remedy
A plague affected by
The way we look at eachother
In ways transformed by the mind
Fabricate our own reality
Transfix our desire
And mold our expectations

This tragedy
This tragedy has turned from worse to therapy
Believing I was wrong
Psychopathy
To think that I would stick around this jealousy
Burn the hallowed ground


This affliction, this malady
A curse without a natural remedy
A plague affected by
The way we look at eachother
In ways transformed by the mind
Fabricate our own reality
Transfix our desire
And mold our expections

This tragedy
This tragedy has turned from worse to therapy
Believing I was wrong
Psychopathy
To think that I would stick around this jealousy
Burn the hallowed ground

And as I scramble to find the words
There′s this feeling that grows inside
That no matter how hard we try
This thing's about to explode

This tragedy
This tragedy has turned from worse to therapy
Believing I was wrong
Psychopathy
To think that I would stick around this jealousy
Burn the hallowed ground


This tragedy
This tragedy has turned from worse to therapy
Believing I was wrong
Psychopathy
To think that I would stick around this jealousy
Burn the hallowed ground